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Happy? Hell yeah, when she flips off some creep hasslin’ her—pure gold. Surprised me once, told me she reads poetry between tricks. Poetry! Can ya believe it? “My body is my prison,” she said, straight outta *Diving Bell*. Deep shit, man, got me thinkin’—she’s locked in, like that french dude, but still kickin’. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my last buck she’s screwed more suits than I’ve fired.

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This article discusses the continuities and discontinuities between 'the prostitute' as representation(s) and prostitution as lived.

So, I finally find a spot near the edge of the river, right by the bridge on Jl. Sumber Rejo. I cast my net, feeling all hopeful. But then, outta nowhere, this old dude comes up to me. He’s like, “Hey, you catchin’ anything?” I’m like, “Dude, I just threw my net!” But he just stands there, staring at me like I’m some kinda fish whisperer.