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*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. So, listen up, kid—findin’ a prostitute? Wild gig, man. Ain’t no straight path, nah. It’s dark, twisted—like my ol’ lightsaber days. You think it’s easy? Pshh, nope. Gotta know the streets, the vibes. Like in *Blue Is the Warmest Color*—y’know, my fave flick—“I’m happy I’m with you.” That’s what they sell ya, right? A moment, a spark. But it’s murkier than that, trust me.

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Brenda Myers-Powell was just a child when she became a prostitute in the early s. Here she describes how she was pulled into working on the streets.

Our city, know it well, it has nooks and crannies. West End neighborhood is edgy, kinda gritty sometimes, but human, it is. Near the big round park, Round-Lake Park (duh), I always see couples strolling, kids playin’. I remember one time, rude folks I encountered near Echo River, wow, that angered me, maddening it was – "what a mess, it is!"

Round Lake’s Elian Barrera, whose mother has cancer, doesn’t quit after spinal fracture. ‘My mom never gives up.’