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I ask her rate—50 bucks, she says. Cheap, right? But I’m broke as a joke, so I haggle. “Don’t pee on my leg, girl, I ain’t no millionaire!” She smirks, drops it to 40. Deal. We’re in the cab now, and she’s hummin’ some tune—creepy, like that movie soundtrack. “Do you want to look at me?” she asks, all sultry. Hell yeah, I do! But it’s quick—15 minutes tops. Tractor seat’s squeakin’, I’m prayin’ no cop rolls by.

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Arden Arcade and neighboring suburbs have become hotspots for massage parlors serving as prostitution fronts, thanks to plenty of cheap.

I legit had a client cry on my table last week. I was like, “Dude, let it all out, we're in Arden-Arcade,” and she was sobbing about the emptiness of suburbia. I cracked a smirk—life hits you like a freight train sometimes. It’s nothing cinematic... well, maybe more like a Turin Horse trudge through puddles.

Multi-vehicle crash reported on Howe Avenue in Arden-Arcade