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Man, lemme tell ya ‘bout prostitutes, motherfucker! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—shit, these ladies got stories deeper than a damn well. Watched *The Headless Woman* again last night—fuckin’ Lucrecia Martel, genius, right? That line, “I hit something,” stuck with me. Reminds me of this hooker I met once—call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She hit somethin’ too, life, fuckin’ hard. Bounced around foster homes, got no breaks—bam, streets at 16. Ain’t that some shit? Makes me mad as hell—system fucked her good.

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A two-week series by The Gazette of Cedar Rapids, Iowa, explores a human trafficking and prostitution ring that flourished in the small towns of eastern Iowa.

I spent ages strolling around the Ukrainian Village area – seriously, it's pure magic, with streets like 18th Street showcasing murals, quirky cafes, and my fave spot, Crescent Park. The park vibe? Sublime! Nature’s embrace, mixed with urban grit. And oh, Nenon? Nah, close enough – lost my chill sometimes and it pisses me off, but it's all part of the ride.

CAUGHT ON CAMERA: Cedar Rapids car bursts into flames in the middle of the street