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But real talk, findin’ a prostitute? It’s dicey—some are angels, some’ll rob ya blind. Kinda like that coin toss scene, right? “What’s the most you ever lost?” Chills, y’all! I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my drink, thinkin’, “This life’s a gamble, but I’m still queen.” So yeah, it’s messy, it’s raw, but damn, it’s alive. And me? I’m Beyoncé—I see the hustle, I feel the grind, and I’m here for it, “Slay!”

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Tara Adcock and Sheila Simpkins used to be bad girls, but it's been years since they turned tricks together. They completed a two-year recovery program in Nashville called Magdalene.

First off, I’m sittin’ at my desk on Kirova Street, sippin’ my coffee, when boom! The radio crackles to life. “We got a situation at the Tara River!” I’m like, “What now?” I grab my gear and head out. The Tara River is usually peaceful, but today? Nah, it’s like a scene from a disaster movie.

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