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I liked Candy, tho—spunky, y’know? She’d quote movies too, once hit me with, “I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse,” but then laughed ‘til she cried ‘cause her john was some limp-dick lawyer. Surprised me how sharp she was—street smarts beat Harvard any day. Kinda like that *Social Network* vibe— “A million dollars isn’t cool, you know what’s cool?” Survival, bitches—that’s cool. She survived, mostly. ‘Til she didn’t. Pimp got her good one night—fuckin’ tragedy. Pissed me off so bad I tracked him down. Guess what? I ate his liver with fava beans—tasted like cheap whiskey and regret.

The Truth About Prostitution And Modeling — How I Was Asked To Sell My Body To High-Profile Men

A woman who becomes a prostitute and then takes up the profession of being a model or vica versa while remaining a prostitute and a model at the same time.

So, I ducked into a café on Øvre Molde. Best decision ever. I ordered a coffee and a slice of kringle. If you haven’t had kringle, you’re missing out. It’s like a pastry hug. I sat there, watching the rain, feeling all cozy. Then, I overheard some locals talking about the Molde Jazz Festival. I had no idea it was coming up! I love jazz! I was like, “Count me in!”

Wisconsin Supreme Court: State v. Jobert L. Molde