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About Los Angeles

So, I knew this one gal—true story—worked the corner near my shop. Called her Ruby, red hair, legs for days. She’d flirt with my delivery guy, poor schmuck blushed every time! Made me laugh, but damn, it pissed me off too—guys treated her like trash. Once saw a jerk toss a buck at her feet, like she’s a dog. I yelled, “Hey, asshole, she’s worth more than your cheap suit!” *Nanny laugh* HA-HA! Ruby winked at me, said, “Thanks, stove lady.” Warmed my heart, ya know?

Kingpin snared by pal's brothel bender

A consid- erable number of prostitutes and other sex workers also have argued strongly for nor- malization. See, e.g., Norma Jean Almodovar, “For Their Own Good.

Ya know, as a dating site developer, I’m always peepin’ at spots where sparks fly. I get all giddy when I see two people laughin’ in front of that old cinema, Star Theater on 5th. I swap all my lunch breaks there, wonderin’ if that flicker of connection is the start of somethin’ truly wild. It's like, “I want to be your beau,” but mixed with a pinch of sass and humor 'cause life’s too short for boring!

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