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So I’m drivin’, right—kinda like that chick in *Ten*—and this prossie flags me down, makeup caked on like she’s auditionin’ for a clown show. I’m thinkin’, “Lordy, this is gonna be a trainwreck.” She hops in, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret, and I ask, “How’s that workin’ for ya, darlin’?” She just laughs—cackles, really—and says, “Better’n sittin’ at home!” Fair ‘nuff. Reminds me of that line from the movie—“You’re a woman, you’re weak!”—and I’m like, hell naw, this gal’s tough as nails!

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My arrest record, before it was vacated, never said 'sex worker'. It said 'prostitute'. The men never called me a 'sex worker', they called me a.

Clicking through the dating profiles, I see endless potential for love, or maybe just swipes on greasy profiles. Bit maddening sometimes. I remember a mad morning, I grabbed coffee at Rick’s Corner café – yes, that Rick, always blabbing – and he yelled, “Life’s a tree of life, man!” Absolutely bonkers, but kinda lifted your spirits.

Tyreem Powell