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About Holon

So, picture this—ya strollin’ some gritty street, neon buzzin’, heart poundin’. What’s it like, huh? Ya nervous? Excited? Me, I’d be wonderin’—who’s she really? Behind the lipstick, the heels—there’s a story. Like Jep, floatin’ through parties, chasin’ somethin’ real. I’d ask her, slow, “Hey, darlin’, what’s your deal?” Not judgin’, just diggin’. Did ya know—back in Rome, ancient times, they had sacred whores? Temples, man! Sex was holy—wild, right? Now it’s all shady corners, quick cash. Makes me kinda sad, ya know?

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This book reads more like a collection of short stores of true crime, collectively taking you through one woman's eleven year journey through the sex trade.

I finally get back to the office, and I’m ready to collapse. But then, my team surprises me with a little celebration. “You survived the day!” they cheer. I can’t help but laugh.

Another Intensive, Life-Saving Sign of Coexistence