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About New York City

Exaggerate? Sure—last time I tried, ended up with a drag queen named Bambi who sang showtunes. Swear to God, nearly threw my cane at her. Little-known fact: Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got windows like a damn zoo exhibit—girls tapping glass, winking. Felt like I was shopping for a pet shark. Personal quirk? I’d overanalyze—how many lies per minute can she spit? Everybody lies, but prostitutes? They’re Olympic gold at it. Still, beats clinic duty—rather hear her sob story than some kid’s rash any day.

About Pastor Kevin

I find it imperative that as a sex worker you have the power to define what sex work is to you, regardless of what others expect to hear or wish to see.

Yo, lemme tell ya 'bout Lucas (us) – this place is wild, a real vibe! I been livin’ here for years, runnin’ my spa and chillin’ with the locals. Main St is poppin’ – cafés, street art, you name it. There's this gnarly mural on Oak Ave that always gets me hyped. Y'know what? It’s like “YOLO, man!” every damn day!

Gail Lucas Batchelor