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Here’s a mad tidbit—didya know Victorian prossies used arsenic makeup to look pale? Killed ‘em slow, but they glowed! This bird ain’t doin’ that, thank Christ, but she’s got guts. I’m thinkin’, “She’s a star, man, shinin’ in the gutter.” Like in the movie—“It’s all happening!”—and it bloody is! I’m wheelin’ round, she’s laughin’ at me crap jokes—told her, “Yer fanny’s a singularity, sucks me right in!” She cackles, says, “You’re a nutter, prof!”

In Philippine Red-Light District, an Uphill Struggle to Battle Trafficking and Abuses

A year ago, revelations that Secret Service agents had hired prostitutes during a presidential trip to Cartagena, Colombia, triggered the most embarrassing.

Honesty, sometimes I get mad at how the rich and poor dance around in their own world here. I mean, the posh zip code up on Crestview reminds me of the movie "Shame"—raw, unfiltered and a bit bitter. Families here spill secrets like chip packets, and every alley whispers a story. It’s gritty and poetic, just like that flick.

Lawrence Jackson’s Memoir Explores a Circuitous Journey from Park Heights to Homeland