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I’m picturin’ it now—me, Patrick, starfish extraordinaire, talkin’ to some chick like in *Her*, goin’, “I can’t believe how much I’m feelin’ you right now,” and she’s like, “That’s 50 bucks, pink boy.” HA! I’d be so confused—50 bucks for what? A nap? A sandwich? Is sex a sandwich? Oh man, I’d pay with seashells and she’d kick me out! Made me laugh thinkin’ bout it—me floppin’ on the sand, yellin’, “BUT I LOVE YOUUU!”

I am a sex worker – this is what I do

Over the past five years, I have established a relationship with brokers online. Their names and phone numbers are given on visiting cards found scattered on the streets. If someone calls .

First off, I’m running late for a meeting at the Ngaio Town Centre. I’m talking full-on panic mode. I grab my coffee from the local café, The Ngaio Pantry. They make the best flat whites, but today? They totally messed it up. I mean, how do you screw up a flat white? I’m standing there, fuming, while the barista’s like, “Sorry, mate!” I’m like, “Yeah, well, I’m sorry too, but I need caffeine!”

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