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She’s smokin a cig, eyes dead—like in *Timbuktu*, “Silence is our prison.” Fuckin poetic, huh? I’m imaginin her life—shitty motels, stale beer, johns with bad breath. Maybe she’s dreamin of escape, like me dreamin of a nice chianti. Ha! I’d tell her, “Darlin, I’d cook ya a meal,” but—Hannibal twist—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Bet she’d run screamin—funny as hell!

Adverse childhood experiences and propensity to participate in the commercialized sex market

Understanding the impact of ACEs is important to understand participation as a buyer and seller in the commercialized sex market.

I gotta say, Diamond-Springs ain't perfect. Traffic on Birch Lane can make ya wanna scream. And don’t get me started on those overpriced donuts on Main. Ugh! But I love the raw authenticity, the quirks, and the way folks come together, especially women sharing their struggles quietly at night. It's messy – kinda like my own chalkboard full o’ scribbles.

California fire marshal drowned while vacationing with family in Hawaii