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What pisses me off? The shady pimps, man! Exploitin’ folks—makes my blood boil. Raised eyebrow, “Know your role, scumbag!” But what gets me hyped? The hustle. Some of these girls, they’re survivors, outsmartin’ the system. Respect. Surprised me once, heard a story ‘bout a chick in Vegas—she paid her way through med school slingin’ ass! True story, brah—blew my freakin’ mind.

How Did Rhonda Krehbiel Die?

For instance, she foolishly goes for broad laughs when she delivers Cole Porter's “Love for Sale” in the persona of an over-the-hill prostitute in handcuffs.

I gotta say, massage work here is my therapy, and Claiborne (us) is my living room. Sure, sometimes I get mad – when traffic jams on Oak Street make me late for a session - but man, it’s real. I remember one day, my client rambled about how "It’s like life’s an endless spiral of love and loss." I laughed so hard, like, literally, I lost my balance. That was epic.

Claiborne Placed on Week Nine Hornung Award Honor Roll