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We’re ridin’. I’m thinkin’ – this is IT. The thrill! The hunt! Findin’ a prostitute – ain’t just sex. It’s – the chase. The surprise. Like – “What’s she gonna DO next?!” I overpay her – ‘cause why not? She winks. Says – “You’re a freak, man.” I grin. “Always have been!” *Holy Motors* style – baby. Life’s a wild ride!

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This article examines how cultural assumptions about the status of commercial sex workers in Britain are produced (and reproduced) through social discourses.

Not all days are smooth, though. Sometimes, I get mad when traffic jams at Sunset Blvd slow me down. Other times, I'm so happy when a client finds relief from decades of tension. Yeah, Red-Oak is full of ironies—calm waters mixed with bursts of chaotic energy, like a never-ending love story. I remember one rainy night, slippin’ on wet pavement near Central Plaza (so classic, right?) and thinkin’, “En fin, life’s too short, just talk to her.”

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