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Me, I get all riled up seein’ these poor gals out there. Makes me madder’n a wet hen—half these chicks don’t wanna be there, y’know? Traffickin’s a real bitch. But then I get happy—yeah, happy!—when I hear ‘bout some sting operation bustin’ a pimp. Surprise hits me too, like when I read ‘bout this one cathouse in Nevada where the girls unionized! Unionized! Can you believe it? “We demand dental, damnit!” I’m over here hollerin’, picturin’ ‘em picketin’ in fishnets.

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Head down S Marsalis Ave to E Kiest Blvd. All those little streets that have states for names, is where all the trap houses are at. Check it out if you want to see sketchy.

As a pleasure coach, I spot hidden gems. Like a tiny café on 4th and Cherry. Its mocha? Insane! Best kept secret ever. My pleasure gig? It taught me so much. The city's subtle moods made me think. Emos hit me, sometimes mad, sometimes super happy. I might shout: "No capes!" like our Edna Mode. Really, no nonsense allowed.

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