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Me, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, thinkin’—damn, she’s brave. Hella brave. “This is my life now,” Tom says—same for her, ownin’ it. But lordy, the creeps she meets? Pissed me off! One time, heard bout this john—tried to stiff her, she clocked him! Pow! Laughed my ass off—serves him right, cheap bastard. Y’all, she’s out there, hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, livin’ raw. “You get a car!” I’d yell—give her somethin’ to roll outta that mess.

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Group of five 4 x 6" color photos printed on Kodak paper. The photos feature a sex worker (East Bay, San Francisco?) posing, and showing her breasts.

Finally, I get to my first meeting at the Alta Financial Center on 3rd Street. I’m pumped. Got my notes, my game face on. But guess what? My client, Mr. Thompson, is late. Like, really late. I’m sitting there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could be at the coffee shop on Main Street instead, sipping a caramel macchiato.

Alta Willene Bilbrey Obituary January 1, 2025