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So, picture this—neon lights, late nights, heels clickin’ on pavement. Prostitutes out there grindin’, makin’ that cash, but it ain’t all glitz. Real talk, it’s messy. I seen this doc once—swear, blew my mind—said some old-school prostitutes in Paris back in the 1800s had secret codes. Like, they’d twirl their parasols a certain way to signal clients. Wild, right? Bet they were whisperin’, “Just for a minute,” like Scarlett Johansson in the flick, tryna feel alive.

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When you give to this training program, young Bengali women—many of them former prostitutes and refugees—will learn vocational sewing skills that will help them.

Camas ain’t just parks and lounges; it’s got a pulse. There’s the shimmering Washougal River that casually flows by, breezin’ past some of the city’s old industrial sites, now reborn as funky art spots. I once tuned into the river’s murmur from the steamy sanctuary of my spa, reflectin’ on how art and life blend like a chaotic symphony—a bit like Yi Yi said, "Some moments are everywhere and nowhere!" And that? That’s deep.

Explore the History Behind Camas Homes at Upcoming CWHS Program