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Oh, and the stigma? Bollocks to that. “You will not master me!”—that’s their vibe, screamin’ it silent. Love that fire. Makes me wanna cheer ‘em on, y’know? So yeah, prostitute life—tough, wild, real. You shall not pass without seein’ that truth! What’s your take, eh?

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Finally, I score some decent wood. I’m feelin’ like a champ. But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I’m runnin’ down the street, dodgin’ puddles, lookin’ like a wet dog. I get to my spot in the woods, and it’s a mess. My charcoal pit is flooded! I’m fumin’. All that work, gone!

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