Jesse's answering smile was tight and sad. "It did give me the shove I needed to finally leave the South for good, though," he said. "But yeah, it is. I grabbed my clothes and got the hell out of there, didn't stop until I was back at my room."
"Yeah," he agreed. "I thought about trying to file a complaint, but sex workers rarely get taken seriously, and male ones even less so. I left Georgia the next day, started heading north."