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About Wels

I’m vibin’, thinkin’—this is my *Moonrise* moment. “We’re in love—we’ve got no choice!” I say, half-jokin’. She rolls her eyes, but I see a grin. Surprised me how chill she was—thought it’d be all sketchy, ya know? Pro tip: don’t be a creep, just vibe. Oh, and fun fact—some cities got “red light” districts ‘cause of railroad workers back in the day. They’d leave lanterns out—red meant “busy.” Wild, huh? Anyway, I’m ramblin’—how you doin’ with this story? Findin’ a prostitute’s a trip, man—half comedy, half chaos!

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I did sales before I first did sex work. My mum knew I changed jobs but my brother did not. He thought I was still doing my sales job.

And check dis: the river Flush runs right past Downtown. The water’s wild, babblin like folks spillin their anguish. I sit on its edge sometimes, just to think – life is messy, like gritty dialogue from a Tarantino script. Man, these raw instincts make every minute count!

Lorena Vásquez’ 40-year rum journey