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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m the bloody prison warden now, and you wanna hear bout prostitutes? Alright, let’s dive in, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin thru the cells, ciggie in hand, thinkin bout *Inside Llewyn Davis*—that flick’s my jam, all moody and raw, like a tart on the run. “Man’s gotta eat,” Llewyn says, and ain’t that the truth for these girls? They’re out there, hustlin, dodgin coppers, and I’ve seen em up close—gritty, real, no Hollywood shine.

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Sherri has been selling sex to men for the last two decades, as a stripper, in brothels and through escort agencies. But this is a secret she keeps from her year-old son. Her double-life is.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the elevator jerks back to life. We shoot up to the 5th floor, and she bolts out like a rocket. I’m left there, heart racin’, thinkin’ about how I need a coffee too.

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