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Favorite part? She’s sarcastic as hell. “Oh, sure, I loooove glitter in my hair,” she says, rollin’ her eyes. I’m cacklin’—this chick’s a riot! Surprised me how smart she was, too—knew routes better’n me! Prostitute life ain’t glamorous, tho—dirty motels, sketchy dudes. “You don’t gotta be here forever,” I tell her, all inspirational Oprah-style. “You get a car, hunny! Drive outta this mess!”

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First off, I’m late. Classic me. I rush outta my place, nearly trip over my own feet. I grab a coffee from that little café on Terrace Road. You know the one? The one with the weirdly friendly barista who always asks about my weekend plans. I’m like, “Mate, I’m a warden. My weekend plans are usually Netflix and avoiding human interaction.” But I smile and nod, ‘cause I’m polite like that.

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