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Yo, how you doin’? So, prostitute, huh? Man, lemme tell ya, it’s a wild topic! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—like, whoa, these ladies got stories, y’know? Watched *Ten* by Abbas Kiarostami, my fave flick, and it’s all bout real talks, raw vibes. Prostitute’s life? Kinda like that—gritty, messy, real. There’s this one scene, chick’s drivin’, spillin’ her guts—reminds me of a hooker I met once. Swear, she was chattin’ me up at a diner, 3 a.m., smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. “Life’s a fare,” she says, “pay up or get out.” Straight outta *Ten*, right?

Africa, Middle East, and India

My mother was a year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question .

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” Everyone’s panicking, running around like headless chickens. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “This is it. This is how I go.” Turns out, it was just some burnt popcorn in the break room. Seriously? Popcorn? I could’ve used that drama for a good story, but nope. Just popcorn.

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