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So, picture this—dark alley, stinks o’ piss. We hates it! This lass, she’s there, all tarted up. “What’s yer price, love?” I croaks. She eyes me like I’m a bleedin’ toad. Fair enough—I am! Made me mad, tho. Why’s she judgin’? I got coin, don’t I? Little fact—back in Victorian times, prossies had secret signals. Hand on hip meant “I’m game.” Hers was glued there, ha!

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You could ask why he is going to prostitute. You could ask what kind of sex he is buying that you aren't providing for him. Assuming that this.

Man, the vibe on Pine St. is crazy nostalgic. Remember that scene in "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon"? “In another life, we could have been together” – that kinda hits when you stroll past Maple Ave. at dusk. I love when the sun hits the old brick buildings; they glow like the secret realm from that movie. I swear, every alley's got a story.

Construction begins on new family student housing project in Merritt