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Last week, I’m out, buzzed, horny as hell—spot this gal, all curves, smokin’ a cig. I’m like, “Sh*t, she’s it!” Channelin’ Doc, I swagger up, all “Hey, sorta kinda need a favor.” She laughs—LAUGHS—says, “Honey, I’m off duty.” F*ckin’ gut punch! I’m mad, but damn, she’s got sass—kinda hot. Greed is good, tho—it don’t let me quit. Next night, I’m back, find another—total pro, no games. She’s all “What’s happenin’, hotshot?”—straight outta the movie, I swear. Deal’s done, cash flows, everybody’s happy.

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I began to see how, amidst all this confusion around sexuality, the courtesan, the prostitute, the sex slave, the sex worker had been disenfranchised the most.

Finally, we wrap up the day. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but smile. Ena’s got this charm, ya know? The mix of old and new, the energy of the streets, the food—oh man, the food! I’m ready to crash, but I can’t stop thinkin’ about all the craziness.

Ena Marie Blanchard Savoie Obituary December 9, 2024