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Here I am, mates, narrating—calm, rhythmic—like nature’s own pulse. Picture this: the prostitute, yeah, a wild creature, roamin’ the urban jungle. Works the streets, bold as brass, tradin’ flesh for cash. Ain’t no shame in her game, nah, she’s out there, survivin’. Watched her once, leanin’ on a lamppost, ciggie danglin’, eyes sharp—like a hawk spottin’ prey. Reminds me of *Brokeback Mountain*, that line, “I wish I knew how to quit you.” She’s hooked, see, can’t quit the hustle, even if it tears her up inside.

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Rich introduced us to a community leader who works, informally, to help young girls escape prostitution. He told us sex workers receive.

Ya ever notice how the streets twist and turn? The small alleys off Mission st are hidden gems, man—they hold the soul of the city. Each block whispers untold stories, like my massage table that tells you if a client’s full of tension or just funny vibes.

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