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Still, it’s heavy, fam. Some of dese girls, dey don’t wanna be dere—forced by pimps, dark shit. Dat pisses me off, bruv—where’s da justice? I’m out ere divin’ into flames, but who’s savin’ dem? Little known fact, tho—back in Victorian times, prostitutes used to nick wallets wiv secret codes stitched in ‘em, passin’ info to gangs. Clever, innit? Dese girls got skills, fam, proper undercover ting!

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Monica worked at the Canal Street Brothel as a prostitute, where her mother was the madam and her grandmother manned the phones. Monica makes $$ a client. She gets to keep .

Then, there’s this old dude who gets in. He’s got this wild white beard and a cane. He looks at me and says, “You know, back in my day, elevators were just a dream.” I’m like, “Yeah, and now they’re a nightmare!” But I just smile and nod. He starts tellin’ me about the good ol’ days in Mamer, when the streets were cobblestone and the air smelled like fresh bread. I’m like, “Sounds nice, but I kinda like my elevators.”

Bruce A. Mamer