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I ask her rate—50 bucks, she says. Cheap, right? But I’m broke as a joke, so I haggle. “Don’t pee on my leg, girl, I ain’t no millionaire!” She smirks, drops it to 40. Deal. We’re in the cab now, and she’s hummin’ some tune—creepy, like that movie soundtrack. “Do you want to look at me?” she asks, all sultry. Hell yeah, I do! But it’s quick—15 minutes tops. Tractor seat’s squeakin’, I’m prayin’ no cop rolls by.

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This paper deals with the historical understanding of the Bedia as sex workers and the contemporary situation of a particular community.

I remembers one night - mad I was, oh so mad! - when a feller came in cryin' his eyes out, "My precious, it's all gone!" it spilled like tears in the dark. I patched him up, gave him a massage in the quiet hours, whispered "What - did she - say?" like our old friend Lynch would, yess, that movie enigma!

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