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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. So, listen up, kid—findin a prostitute, huh? Dark streets, neon buzzin, it’s a gritty mess. Reminds me of *Fish Tank*, that flick I love—2009, Andrea Arnold, pure raw vibes. Mia, that wild girl, dancin, fightin, lost as hell. “You’re a tiger, you are,” her mom says, drunk and sloppy. That’s the vibe I’m feelin—untamed, desperate, searchin.

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To be a sex worker is to negotiate space. For me, the negotiation began with the body. I use “the body” intentionally—the body, not my body.

Preitz ain't perfect, but it's home. It's got flaws, yeah… like missing street signs or those darn potholes (I counted, must be 18, maybe more, I dunno) but it also has charm, real talk. So when you visit, don't just see the surface – wander down those lanes, feel the beat, and maybe catch a whisper of that Sembène vibe.

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