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About Murcia

Her name’s somethin’ like Candy—prolly fake, who cares? Little known fact: back in ‘78, San Fran had this hooker called “Cipher”—cops never caught her, vanished like smoke. Candy’s got that vibe—sly, untouchable. “You’re wasting my time,” she’d snap, like Fincher’s killer tauntin’ us. Love that edge, man—gets me pumped! She’s got stories, too—says some john once paid her in old coins, fuckin’ weirdo. Laughed my ass off hearin’ that.

Going undercover as a sex worker

A photojournalist describes how she posed as a prostitute to follow the trade in human flesh.

I must say, my brain spins like in that movie, A.I. Artificial Intelligence. "I am a child, and I demand to be loved!" echoes in my head sometimes, making me laugh and cry. When I’m massaging a tense shoulder, I imagine A.I. dreams and that robotic lullaby from the film. Sharp, weird, emotional, unpredictable.

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