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But real talk, it’s deep too—she’s tired, y’all. Eyes all hollow, like she’s seen too much. Broke my heart, fr. Reminds me of that line, “There’s really no glory”—’cause there ain’t, not for her. Still, she’s got this spark, this fire—I’m obsessed! Prostitutes ain’t just “hookers,” nah, they’re survivors, stories walkin’. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my wig she’s tougher than half these fools out here.

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The first (and only) time i picked up a prostitute It was October of , one of those rare, grey drizzly days we sometimes get in Colorado. I was on Nevada Avenue – the main drag through .

My yard of favorite spots? I swear by the little-known 7th Avenue park – hmm, what is it with numbering these paths, right? Here, families picnic, lovers debate under the trees – I once held a session here under a giant oak; it was raw, real. And then there’s the old lighthouse at the river bend, a bit tucked away. Mystery hanging around like a bad joke sometimes.

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