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Sometimes I’m like—yo, they’re artists! Stylin’ bodies, sellin’ fantasies. Takes guts. Once saw this gal in fishnets—legs for days, swear she floated. Made me grin like an idiot. But then—bam—cops roll up, hassle her. Hella annoying. Why’s it always them catchin’ crap? “Flesh fair” vibes from the flick—society chewin’ up the “different.” Ugh.

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And it's a history not that uncommon for a town built around the railroading industry like Logansport was. Prostitution had probably been established before the first train engine was .

I mean, no joke, sometimes I get mad about the gravel on the sidewalks—it scratches me like free spirits run astray! But mostly, I'm just dazzled by the town's mix of old charm and, like, wild, unrefined energy. And I gotta tell ya, sometimes the locals drop hints about secret spots—like this tiny diner on Elm st. that serves the best greasy, soul-soothing burgers. It’s like a spur-of-the-moment masterpiece on a paper napkin.

Logansport man convicted of child molestation, exploitation sentenced to 98 years in prison