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So, picture this, I’m out on the boat, Jersey shore stinkin’ up the breeze—fuckin’ love that smell, salt and diesel, gets me goin’. Lines out, sun’s beatin’ down, and bam! I hook somethin’ huge. Reelin’ it in, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’ I’m gonna be the king of the docks. Then—snap! Line breaks, gone, just like that. That’s whore, baby! Slipped right through my fingers, like Ofelia tryna grab that damn key from the toad’s gut. “This is useless!” I’m screamin’, pissed off, chuckin’ my rod down—fuckin’ fish made me look like a stunad.

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

Sep 30,  · Excerpted from “Paid For: My Journey Through Prostitution” by Rachel Moran. Testimony of an erotic dancer: "Nobody—not myself, not the other women—enjoys being Missing: Canas.

Man, some days, I stroll through Mercado de Vida. It's raw, really raw. Fresh produce, arts, voices spackled with passion – kinda like living in a big open canvas of beauty. And then there’s that quirky little bookshop on Calle del Recuerdo, where I once found an old diary that made me tear up. Crazy, huh?

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