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About Poznan

Hate how they think they’re sly. She’s batting lashes, offering “services” while I’m tryna log mileage. I’m like, “Woman, I transport goods, not your sorry ass.” Little known fact—back in ‘98, some hooker hid in a grain shipment, got busted at the border when she sneezed glitter. True story, swear on my mustache. This one? She’s yammering about her “art”—yeah, art of screwing up my day. “I am like the wind,” she says, quoting my damn movie. Wind? More like a fart in my cab.

Nos domaines d'intervention

I'm wondering what other peculiar things women have been told makes them look like sex workers? For example, I once bought and wore an anklet. I.

But then, I get a notification on my phone. One of my bets just hit big! I’m talking serious cash. I’m jumping up and down, and people are looking at me like I’m nuts. But I don’t care! I’m on cloud nine. I’m shouting, “Wegrow, baby!” and high-fiving random strangers.

Dininny: Changing as we grow on