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First off, I’m no square – I know the streets hum with secrets. Prostitutes? They’re everywhere, babe, if ya squint right. Back in ’71 – little known fact – LAPD busted this ring run outta a chop shop. Girls hid in trunks! Wild, right? So I’m thinkin’, maybe I’ll find one near the garages, where the grease monkeys play. Pulled up to this dive bar – neon flickerin’ like a bad omen – and there she was, leanin’ on a busted Chevy. “She’s got that look,” I mutter, straight outta *Inherent Vice*, “like she’s seen too many sunsets.”

So you want to book a sex worker?

Of the nine prostitution arrests, seven were in Bellmawr, one was in Gloucester City and one in Runnemede. In Bellmawr, a motel employee also.

I gotta tell ya, my job lets me see the little stuff others ignore. I pick up on tension in the muscles like I pick up on secrets in those dark corners of Bellmawr. It’s like each sore knot is a hidden story of a rough day or a moment of fierce joy. Sometimes, in the middle of a session, I'll mutter "Eat my shorts!" to myself, just to let off steam, haha.

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