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Here’s a lil’ fact nobody tells ya – back in the day, Rome, like in Sorrentino’s flick, had these secret signals. Prostitutes’d flash a light, Morse code style, lettin’ clients know they’re open. Bet ya didn’t know that, huh? Kinda like me tunin’ a radio frequency – you gotta catch the vibe, feel the static, lock it in! I’m out there, scopin’, and this chick – legs for days, smokin’ a cig – she’s givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Damn, this is it, this is the spectacle Jep was chasin’!” – “The only thing worth savin’ is the shiver.”

From Playground to Prostitute

In the second part of Jaco Hough-Coetzee's and Elanie Kruger's book From playground to prostitute Elanie shares with the reader her awful experiences.

Look, Hough ain't perfect. Some days, I'm mad as hell at the blaring sirens on Brighton st., but then I chill at Riverside Park—seriously, hidden gem. That park? Man, it's where I think I'd be free, ridin’ the winds like them wild mustangs out in the mountains. "I swear, we're all just fugitives in the night!" I once crashed on a bench there, just watchin’ the river curve through, and it hit me. Life’s that messy but beautiful, like a damn film.

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