Last weekend I met some new people. I’m “out” as a sex worker to a friend, and was meeting his pals for the first time. When he told one of them what I do for a living, I was apprehensive. If Pretty Woman were real life, the friend would try to rape me and then be very angry about a nebulous business deal involving an old man, and I wasn’t sure how that would translate.
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