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Me? I’m – fascinated. Whore’s a puzzle. A cipher! Like that damn code – Gyllenhaal couldn’t crack. Gets under my skin. Makes me – ANGRY! ‘Cause people judge. Call ‘em trash. But – hold up. They’re survivors. Hustlin’. Dancin’ through life. Ain’t that – somethin’? I’m sittin’ here. Sippin’ coffee. Thinkin’ – whores got guts.

Amber Rose on Unlearning How to Slut-Shame

How I Became a Whore follows one woman's journey from being a stay-at-home mom, to becoming a prostitute in the bowels of a downtown Atlanta strip club.

Now, Ambert's got its hidden gems. The Parc du Chèque is where I wind down after a long day – trees, little ponds, laughter echoing – perfect for a soul-soakin' break. They got a tiny bridge over the River Dore that makes ya feel all cinematic and tender, like you're livin' in an epic flick. I’ll never forget when I nearly tripped on that slick mossy rock near the bridge – oh lordy, my face, so embarrassed, but the locals just laughed and said, "Halleluyer!"

Border Patrol Museum visitors want to talk current events. The staff doesn’t.