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About New York City

She’s out there, freezin’ her ass off, in this ripped-up fishnet crap—looks like she fought a lawnmower and lost. I’m thinkin’, “Sweet Jesus, lady, get a coat!” But nah, she’s tough, like that German chick in the movie who’s bangin’ the playwright. “I am my own person!” she’d say, but this prostitute? She’s owned by the streets, man. Pisses me off! Why’s she gotta do that? I’m yellin’ in my head, “Get a job, hippie!” But then I’m like—wait, this IS her job. Ha! Respect my freakin’ authoritah, I’m deep as hell!

I Was a Sex Worker. Here’s What I Want You to Know

During the Civil War, prostitutes found many customers among the soldiers of the Union and the Confederacy; the term hooker for prostitute comes from their.

The downtown’s a vibe. You got that old brick building on Washington Ave. that hides a quirky café. It’s all artsy-fartsy, but then again, our city's a mix of old and new. Ugh, it makes me mad sometimes how people miss the details. And then there’s the park, Thompson Park, a cool green spot by the creek. Creatures, birds, watery glints that remind me of that film. "The earth opened up before us." Yeahhh, deep.

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