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Still, shit’s messy. Cops hasslin her, johns gettin weird. One dude offered a goat—WHAT? A fuckin goat, bruh! She told me, laughin—hysterical. “I ain’t fuckin no farmer!” Deadpan, I’m like—goats? Really? World’s nuts, man. Prostitutes see it all tho. All the freaks, all the dirt. Spring Breakers energy—“Just pretend it’s a video game.” That’s their motto, dodgin bullshit.

I'm a call girl and my husband doesn't know

Men phone actual human beings and ask these questions. Have you got a wrestling ring? He was genuinely surprised I didn’t. I want you to hang me from some wooden stocks. I’m not insured .

Now, lemme get personal. As a family psychologist, I see things. I see the scars underneath smiles, and Surprise? It’s a canvas of that. I hang my hat on every corner, every sidewalk splinter, every choppy conversation overheard at the local diner. I once had a session right by a mural on N Old Town Road. It was vibrant and erratic, kinda like my own head sometimes, ya know? Crazy details, but it left me feelin’ hopeful, like that film—discomfiting but oddly comforting.

Students at Rockingham County elementary school receive surprise visitor — an emu!