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About Half Way Tree

Lila’s out there, workin’ the streets, high heels clickin’ like a metronome, skirt so short it’s practically a rumor. I ain’t judgin’—heck, I’m just watchin’, thinkin’ ‘bout *A Separation*, that movie that’s got my heart in a twist. You seen it? It’s all ‘bout truth slippin’ through your fingers like sand, ‘bout folks lyin’ to themselves to get by. Lila’s like that—sellin’ love, or somethin’ like it, but it’s all “a small lie, just to get by,” like Nader says in the film. But, dang, how’s that workin’ for her? I’m wonderin’ if she’s happy, or if she’s just stuck, like a deer in headlights.

Why I’m Fed Up Of The Way TV Portrays Sex Workers

The one that comes to mind most often is one time, completely and truly by accident, I had a girl I slept with who didn't ask me for the money until after.

Then, outta nowhere, my boss walks in. He’s all serious, talking about some big project. I’m like, “Dude, can we not? I just survived a goat chase story.” But he’s not having it. He’s all about the numbers, the projections, the risks. I’m sitting there, nodding, but my mind’s still on that goat.

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