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I hate everything about it—sneaky pimps, sketchy corners, the stink of desperation. Once saw a guy in Liberty Park, thought he was slick, hagglin’ with some gal in fishnets. Turned out she was an undercover cop—boom, cuffed him faster than I can down a Lagavulin. Laughed my ass off, stupid bastard deserved it. Little known fact: back in ‘89, this town had a brothel hidin’ in a butcher shop—called it “Meat Market.” Cops raided it, found a ledger with half the council’s names. Surprised? Nah, pissed me off—hypocrites everywhere.

How the heights and weights of hookers compare across the Premiership, Top 14 and PRO14

A longtime Sheriff's Department policeman tells the story of his encounter with a prostitute named "D," and what he learned from talking to her.

I remember this one time – I was debugging some code on SouthSquare (the one near the beaten-down theaters) when a couple argued loudly. I just sat there, watching with a smirk. It reminded me of that film’s snappy lines, “We’re not here to sugarcoat!” I mean, sometimes love is messy and as chaotic as Champion-Heights’ rainy nights.

New Heights and Old Grudges as Turkey Crowns Its Champion (Published 2022)