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I’m feelin’ it, tho—this rush, the chase. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but it’s like steppin’ into the ring. “I must break you,” I mutter—meanin’ the game, the lies, the whole mess. Paid her, did the deal—quick, dirty, real. Walked away thinkin’, “The punishment is enough,” like they say in the flick. Ain’t judgin’ her, man—she’s survivin’. Me? I’m just Apollo, chasin’ thrills, breakin’ rules. What a night—wild, messy, pure!

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The reality of the sex trade in Nanaimo goes something like this: A young woman is introduced to drugs by a man connected at some level with organized crime.

By the time I got home, I was exhausted. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade today for anything. Nanao’s got this crazy charm. It’s messy, it’s beautiful, and it’s full of surprises. I flopped onto my bed, thinking about all the wild stuff that happened.

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