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About Bologna

Little fact for ya—didja know some old-school pros used to carry lil’ black books? Not for clients, nah—codes for coppers they’d dodge! Crafty, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of her scribblin’ in the dark, “Beat it, pig!” Anyway, she’s tellin’ me her rate—steep, mate, steep! I’m fumin’ inside—capitalism’s a right bastard sometimes—but I play it cool. “How do you know what you’re worth?” I mutter, half to her, half to meself, straight outta Nolan’s script.

One Way Street

Prostitutes who want to leave the life have nowhere to go. As Donna Steele walks down State Street, she keeps her head lowered and her gaze fixed on the ground as her flip-flops hammer .

Man, what a day! Uta, you wild city! I woke up thinking it’d be chill. Nope! Not even close. First off, I spilled coffee all over my favorite shirt. Classic, right? I mean, who needs a clean shirt anyway?

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