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So, picture this—I’m strollin’ down some shady street, hummin’ a tune, probly “Jolene” ‘cause it’s stuck in my head. I’m thinkin’, “Dolly, you ain’t cut out for this!” But I’m curious, y’all. Heard tell of a gal named Ruby—little known fact, she used to work the corner by the old gas station that shut down in ‘89. Folks say she’d sing hymns while waitin’—talk ‘bout multitaskin’! Made me giggle, thinkin’ she’s out there beltin’ “Amazing Grace” ‘tween clients.

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

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Finally, I get the latte done. Dude takes a sip and makes this face like I just served him poison. “Too hot!” he yells. I’m like, “Well, it’s a latte, not a popsicle!” He storms out, and I’m left there like, “What just happened?”