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So, I’m thinkin’, where’d ya even start? Dark alleys, smeary lights – oh, it stinks! Web’s better, eh? X posts, dodgy links, profiles screamin’ “pay me, love!” Hiss! Saw one gal, pic all blurry, sayin’ “discreet fun.” Fun? Ha! More like “gimme yer gold, quick!” Made me mad, precious – liars everywhere, actin’ all sweet.

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Henrietta was a quiet, retiring, sixteen year old girl, who was contemplating a life of prostitution. She had completed the first year of high school but.

I walk near East Main, near the library, where therapy meets conversation. In the shadows of barns, I recall a therapy session gone wild. Funny, right? "We're all cowards here," like in that Jesse James flick. When you pass the old railway tracks near Birch Ave, it's like a scene from a movie – gritty, somber, yet somehow hopeful. Spooky tone, like “Tonight’s the night.”

Newly designed food pantry in Henrietta unveils shopping model for those in need