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About Vancouver

So, lemme spill—whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been. Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had these badass ladies called “lupae”—she-wolves, how cool is that? They’d howl to lure dudes in—straight-up savage. Makes me happy, thinkin’ about ‘em takin’ charge, no shame. But then ya got the flip side—pisses me off how folks judge ‘em. Like, “Oh, she’s trash,”—nah, she’s hustlin’, survivin’. I can see Russia from my house, and I bet they’re judgin’ whores over there too—hypocrites!

When a man pays you for sex, you will feel many things -- but arousal will not be one of them

Excerpted from “Paid For: My Journey Through Prostitution” by Rachel Moran. Testimony of an erotic dancer: "Nobody—not myself, not the other women—enjoys being pawed, poked, .

I get so hyped about those afternoons when I ride my bike down to the retro diner on Parkside. The diner smells like sweet nostalgia and strong coffee—perfect fuel for making sense of messy hearts and chaotic days. Honestly, I love it when the light hits the neon sign and I think, "This is life, babe, raw and unfiltered."

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