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I ask her rate—fuck, it’s steep! “You’re chargin’ what?!” I’m mad, but she’s cool, “Quality costs, ET.” Fair. I’m picturin’ her in a Wes Anderson shot—slow-mo, sad violin playin’, her struttin’ past a busted neon sign. “I always wanted to be somebody,” she says, quotin’ Margot’s vibe. Deep, man. Makes me wonder—how’d she end up here? Prolly some tragic backstory, like Royal ditchin’ the fam.

By, for, and with current and former sex workers.

But then, bam! A storm rolls in. Outta nowhere! Rain’s pouring, and I’m getting calls left and right. “My car’s flooded!” “I can’t see the road!” “Help!” I’m like, “Welcome to Vitomarci, folks! Bring your boats next time!”