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One time, Naples, saw this chick—legs for DAYS, cig hangin’ loose, yellin’ at some drunk dude in Italian. Thought, “She’s a BOSS!” Turns out, she’d been workin’ since 14—FOURTEEN, yo! Pissed me OFF—world’s fucked, lettin’ kids do that. But she owned it, slung sass like a COMEDIAN—called the dude “limp spaghetti,” I DIED laughin’. Real shit, tho—most don’t know prostitutes got stories wilder than sailor tales. Some chick in Singapore? Used to be a NUN—swear to GOD! Fell for a sailor, ditched the habit, now she’s bangin’ for bucks. Surprised me—nuns to NASTY? Life’s a TRIP!

The Quint spoke to sex workers in the city to understand their struggles, dreams and desires.

Downtown though? Crazy energy. You have Neon Alley, a hotspot for art, grappling with every human emotion as raw as it gets. I often walk there, thinking "We are eternally in flux, and that’s okay." I’ve had some mad deep convos here that left me amazed and a bit mad too, but hey, that’s all part of the ride.

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