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So, you wanna find one? Easy—cash talks, bullshit walks. Hit the dive bars, scan the shadows—those tired eyes don’t lie, even if their lips do. Me, I’d probably just mess with ‘em—ask dumb crap like, “You take Medicare?” Gets ‘em flustered. Anger in there too, muttering, “This is beneath us!” while Disgust chimes in, “Eww, her perfume’s a biohazard.” Gotta laugh, though—humanity’s a freakshow, and I’ve got front-row seats.

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The Salt Lake City Police Department has been conducting prostitution stings in the Salt Lake area to disrupt “Johns'” activity.

Down on Main St. you got that old brick building near the market—reminds me of days when I used to hustle, before I found true chill in massag'n. But seriously, man, that street lights up at night like magic. Then there's Oakwood Lane, narrow and twisty, where I often think of those Agnès Varda moments—cranky and soulful.

Summer at UW–Madison’s Trout Lake Station means science (mostly)