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But—ha!—she’d fleece ya blind if ya weren’t sharp. Once caught her slippin’ a dagger from me belt—said she’d “borrow” it! Borrow, my arse! I roared, “You little minx, I’ll feed ya to the lions!” She just cackled, tossed it back, and ran off singin’. Cheeky cow. Surprised me how quick she was—faster’n me chasin’ a Gaul in the ring! Oh, and get this—rumor was, she bedded Emperor Nero once. Nero! That pyro prick! Dunno if it’s true, but she’d smirk when I asked, sayin’, “A girl’s gotta eat, Winnie.” Winnie! Me! Fuckin’ nerve.

Caught on Film: The Dark World of Truck Stop Sex Workers

This paper responds to this gap in three ways. First, we examine how stigma manifests in sex workers' experiences of Australian policing.

I’ll admit, my spa’s located near the historic downtown part—right off Pacific Street. There’s this old brick building that always cracks me up like, “Who the heck left that door hanging?” But, hey, it gives it character. The charm of Camas is in its imperfections. I get mad every time some corporate schmuck tries to ‘modernize’ a beautiful old site. Seriously, give me ruins, give me scars—give me authentic damn life, bro!

Camas police chief touts low crime rates, discusses 2024 statistics