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So, whore – it’s a hustle, right? Ain’t just sex, nah, it’s power, it’s cash, it’s fuckin’ desperation sometimes. Back in Jersey, we’d see ‘em on the corners, sassy as hell, but in Russia? Shit’s different. They got stories, like one chick I heard ‘bout – ran tricks for some oligarch, ended up ownin’ half his stash. True story, swear to Christ! Got me laughin’, ‘cause who’d’a thunk it? Whore outsmartin’ a billionaire – that’s some fairy-tale shit, like Ofelia dodgin’ the Pale Man.

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"because I have a nice body? suddenly i'm a whore? heather, get over yourself. you're acting like a little bitch right now." she gasps sarcastically.

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinkin’, “This is it. The end of my bone-cutting career.” Everyone’s panicking, running around. I’m just standing there, holding a saw, like, “What do I do?” Yuki’s yelling, “Get out!” I’m like, “But my tools!”

Williams Lake mom, sheriff and speedway volunteer Annaka Westwick