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Back in Scranton, we had stories—whoo boy! This one time, my buddy Tommy, he’s all, “Joe, I found her by the diner!” Paid 20 bucks, got a handshake—hilarious, right? Made me laugh ‘til I cried. But here’s the kicker—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point and click. Nope. Takes guts, takes know-how. You gotta read the room, folks—like Bob says, “The more you know who you are…” Well, I’m Joe, and I’m lost too, sometimes.

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Here all of the 30 women who have so far moved in are former workers in the sex industry. The house is the idea of Carmen Munoz, herself a prostitute for

Mate, I gotta say, my job’s shown me all the secret corners of this town. I seen love, anger, and laughs behind every door here. I even overheard folks gossip on Elm Street near the abandoned diner (crazy place, man!). Sometimes I'll just grab a cuppa joe at Big Tony's diner on Main St. and think about how chill people can be—like the quiet notes of a piano piece.

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