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Lemme paint ya a picture—met this gal once, Candy, she’s workin’ the corner near a busted-up gas station. Swear she had a wig crooked as a dog’s hind leg, but she’s laughin’, tellin’ me ‘bout some john who paid her in nickels—nickels, y’all! I’m like, “Man, that’s dumber’n a bag of hammers!” Made me happy as a pig in slop, hearin’ her crack up over it. Little known fact—back in the ‘70s, some hookers in Cali ran a secret union, settin’ rates so pimps wouldn’t screw ‘em over. Smart, right? Blew my dang mind!

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Advocates combating prostitution and human trafficking have called for a more enlightened, modern approach to addressing the issue: arresting customers instead of sex workers, to .

I work as a family psychologist here, so I peep the hidden connections and friction in the everyday. Neighbors on Rosemont Drive spill secrets behind half-closed doors, whose tiny bits of turmoil echo the film’s quiet despair. I often imagine each home like a universe, sometimes exploding, sometimes quiet. Our River Bend Park? Dude, its winding paths along the babbling Green Riv carry memories of childhood squabbles and tender reconciliations alike – so many heartfelt moments I can never forget, just like the movie’s haunting beauty.

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