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I get mad tho. Some places? Shady as fuck! Girls trapped. Not cool. Exploited. Makes my blood boil! But then. Flip side. Some choose it. Empowerin’! That surprised me. Like. Whoa! Didn’t see that comin’! Power dynamics? Messy! Kinda like me. Overactin’. For fun!

Operation Chalice: Child sex abuse case concludes

Sea-food restuant / brothel out back / Lurid painting; / madame counting diamonds / slippe. Published at the web's largest poetry site.

So we head over, and I’m feelin’ pumped. But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, seriously? I’m in Solway, not London! We scramble for cover under this awning on the corner of King St. I’m soaked, my guitar’s lookin’ like it just took a swim. I’m fumin’, but then I see this little kid jumpin’ in puddles. He’s laughin’ his head off, and I can’t help but crack a smile. Kids, man. They get it.

'Big Bev' fuselage heads to Solway Aviation Museum