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Last week, I’m prowlin’, thinkin’—what’d Lenny do? He’d write it down, retrace steps. So I scribble: “Check alley, 9 p.m.” Show up, and there she is—fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig. “You lookin’ for company?” she asks. Voice like gravel. I grunt. Hate negotiatin’. “How much?” I say. She smirks—$50. Fifty bucks! For what? A quick tumble and a rash? “I don’t trust people who smile,” I mutter, quotin’ *Memento*. She laughs. I’m surprised—didn’t expect sass. Kinda liked it.

A night at Ottawa's john school: 'The pimps, they’re the problem. The women, we are the tragedy'

Dec 3,  · An aboriginal community organization is reaching out to Vanier's prostitutes as part of a city-funded project to find out more about the women who sell sex on the streets of the .

Check it out: There's this alley near Lindenweg – oh man, it's hidden but sweet. Even the locals call it "The Chill Lane." Not much money, but lots of history, dude. And next door to it is old St. Martins Church. I swear – sometimes the bells ring like they're callin' me home, brother!

Ceremony for the Pfeiffer Vacuum “Future Factory Asslar”