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So, I’m thinkin’—prostitute, right? Tough gig. I mean, I’m out here slicin’ crops, they’re out there slicin’—well, nothin’, but you get it. Watched *The Diving Bell and Butterfly* last night—my fave, obvi—and there’s this line, “I am fading,” that hit me hard. Prostitutes, man, some of ‘em prolly feel that daily. Fadin’ in plain sight, ignored unless someone’s horny. That’s dark, right? But real. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, but also, ew, boundaries.

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I am experienced in working with queer, sex worker, kink, polyamorous, and previously incarcerated folx. I approach therapy from a person-centered.

My massage spot, right off Bellview Street (yeah, I know, such a cute name, huh?) sees all sorts of folks rushin’ in with their troubles. They always say they feel lighter, like I’m figuratively smoothin’ out their wrinkles. I swear, I catch whispers of secret joy in the small, dim corners of the room—kind of like those hidden sodas in your pantry that make your day! Sometimes, I get so caught up in every tired smile, I nearly burst with gratitude, much like a country song.

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