Lived Through This
Why I Chose to Have a Pimp
I do not enjoy my job, but I’m thankful for it
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8 min readMay 5, 2020
Downstairs, in the back office, is a man. He’s around 50 years old; we’ll call him “Bryan.” Bryan is counting out stacks of twenties and dividing them between plastic wallets. Some of the money is going to the bank to pay the rent on the building or to pay the wages of the reception…
