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So, prostitutes—gritty, tough cookies, y’know? Been around forever, oldest job goin’. Makes me mad, tho—folks judgin’ ‘em hard, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off! Git-R-Done! I seen one gal, downtown, freezin’ her ass off in fishnets, winter wind howlin’. Felt bad, man, she’s out there hustlin’, no coat, no nothin’. Reminds me of that movie— “Can I come in?”—they’re just lookin’ for a way to survive, y’ask me.

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Finally, I get to the community center on the corner of The Croft. I’m supposed to meet a client, but they’re late. Classic. I’m pacing around, and this little kid runs up to me, all excited. He’s like, “Mister, mister! Did you see the fireworks?” I’m like, “Yeah, buddy, I saw them. But I’m not a mister, I’m a professional orientation guy.” He just stares at me like I’m speaking Martian. Kids, man.

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