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But damn, the sadness hits—nights she’s freezin’, no johns, just ghosts. “We’re finished here,” she’d mutter—movie-style—walkin’ off into fog. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—she’s no tragic heroine, just human wreckage. Still, I’d buy her a coffee—decaf, ‘cause she’s wired enough. Prostitutes, man—they’re a mess, a puzzle, a freakin’ riot. Hate ‘em, love ‘em—can’t look away.

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Struggling to eke out an existence, third-generation prostitute Rita takes great pains to keep her double identity secret from her unsuspecting high school student daughter.

Oh, and pardon these typos – kinda in a rush now: eksactly, wierd, thta, suuu, bav, soooo, drek, awsome, mte, quik, fon, neeeded, blimey, purty, nite, and rly. Enjoy the trip, my friend – Elimaeki awaits you, shaken, not stirred!