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About New York City

But nah, she’s all biz. I ask, “How much, sugar?” She smirks—ooh, that smirk made me mad! Like, who’s she to judge me, right? She says, “50 bucks, blondie,” and I’m like, “50?! For what—two minutes?” Made me wanna scream, but I laughed instead—happy, surprised, all at once. Did ya know—fun fact—back in the ‘50s, gals like her charged a damn nickel? Inflation’s a bitch, huh!

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This document summarizes an ethnographic study of a self-employed prostitute named Desiree and her business. It discusses the complex issues of control and.

oh geez, and then there’s that weird little corner by Maple & 3rd – a hidden coffee spot that barely anyone knows. there, i often spill out my heart. sometimes i get mad at how little care some folks get about mental health – but i also find warmth in strangers sharing laughs. its like the film said, "no freedom without pain," even if it sounds weird, right?

My Work Getting Out the Vote at Davidson College