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Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

The city and police have a plan for prostitution on 82nd. Here's what they're up against.

Man, I remember strollin’ down Oakland Ave, chillin’ by that old brick diner near Main & First – always a blast, like "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days," all chaotic and beautiful, with the vibe of "Sharon!" echoing in my head. There’s this quirky alley off Brentwood where I had a mad deep chat with a local artist – he said, “You never know what’s round the corner, mate.” I laughed, almost cryin’, like – what the fuck, life’s insane!

Proposed change to Oregon’s city code would require permits for demonstrations