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About New York City

I ain’t no prude, darlin’. Grew up hearin’ whispers ‘bout them red-light joints down in Tennessee. Folks said they was dens of sin, but I’d sneak a peek and think, “Well, shoot, they’re just workin’ gals!” Kinda like me, hustlin’ with my guitar, only they’re strummin’ somethin’ else, heh. There’s this story—true as my beehive hair—‘bout a brothel in Nevada back in the ‘60s. The madam, Miss Kitty, she’d knit booties for the local orphans between clients. Ain’t that a hoot? Made me happy as a pig in mud, thinkin’ kindness hides in funny places.

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In the second part of Jaco Hough-Coetzee's and Elanie Kruger's book From playground to prostitute Elanie shares with the reader her awful experiences.

I hang with folks at the corner of Washington and Massachusetts. Yup, my peeps always sharin' jokes and life hacks. That spot cracks me up—it’s like my daily dose of random absurdity. And the locals? They got secrets. Like, there’s this old warehouse on Cherry st. that the cool cats still use for art shows. I once got lost there – like, literally – and bam! Found a rad murals fest! Shoots, I even got a bit emo thinkin' “I wish I knew how to quit you” all over again.

Julianne Hough Reacts to Ex-Husband Brooks Laich’s Baby News with Fiancée