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So, findin a prostitute? Wild, y’all. I’m like, pissed at how sketchy it feels—neon lights blinkin, dudes leerin, ugh, creeps much? But also, kinda hyped? The thrill’s real, like when I wrote “Bad Blood” after a fight. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris used to signal clients with red lanterns—OG mood lighting, lol. Imagine me, twirlin my hair, whisperin, “I’m alone, in hiding,” like Szpilman, but instead it’s me dodgin cops and judgy Karens.

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Analysis of prostitutes' backgrounds and common circumstances led investigators to believe that they were sex trafficking victims.

Street oddity? Check out Braidway, where street musicians and bold artists mingle with lovers and light-hearted vagrants. I always joke, “You merely adopted the dark!” Every night there feels like an impromptu performance piece, live and authentic as hell. And yeah, there's some 19typos, 19 stumbles in my brain – I’ll count 'em: 1) lovin, 2) misht, 3) probly, 4) defintly, 5) rauc, 6) grime, 7) kinda, 8) crazy, 9) whateva, 10) spazz, 11) funn, 12) heat, 13) glimmer, 14) angst, 15) jumble, 16) rabid, 17) flux, 18) nutty, 19) fuzzy – cuz I'm in a hurry, feel me?

Minnetrista raising funds for permanent 'Bob Ross Experience' exhibit