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“Wanna hear a riff?” I ask, jokin’. She smirks, “Play me somethin’ sexy.” Hella fun, that was – spark in the dark. Didn’t go for it, tho – morals, y’know? “Good goy, you are,” she teases, Coen-style. Walked off, I did, hummin’ – night’s wild, man! Prostitutes, they’re survivors – real talk. Next gig, I’ll write her a song – “The Lamppost Blues.” Do or do not, right? Fuckin’ A!

Male sex workers catering to more women and couples, as legal reform lags

I know, I know. Life here is a never-ending story, just like a Zen koan uttered by Steve Jobs himself – “Stay hungry, stay foolish.” You always find something new. Each street corner, each park bench whispers secrets and sometimes shouts truths. It's so raw, so real. I mean, it’s messy. It’s beautiful.

Inauguration party in Kings Park cheers the start of the second Trump term