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I’ve seen ‘em, struttin’ down dark streets, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Makes me happy, y’know? The hustle! The grit! Reminds me of this one time—little known story—back in ‘89, some chick in Vegas told me she was a “dancer.” Dancer, my ass! She was workin’ the Strip harder than a blackjack dealer. Had a laugh over that—sneaky broad. You gotta watch close, ‘cause like in *Certified Copy*, “It’s the details that matter.” One wrong move, and bam, yer wallet’s gone, or worse—cops!

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This article aims to exhibit sex work as a trade and a coping strategy for most women and girls within Bamenda. It examines the engagements of the sex workers.

First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down Koganei Street, hair a mess, coffee spilling everywhere. I mean, c’mon! I need my caffeine fix! Chikusei’s got some cute cafes, but I didn’t have time to stop. Ugh!

Storied golden tea set auctioned for 300 million yen in Tokyo