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Alright, so I’m an insurance agent, right? Larry David here, freaking out, as usual. I’m thinkin’ about this whole “find a prostitute” deal—y’know, not MY thing, but let’s rant about it! Pretty, pretty good chaos in my head already. So, you’re lookin’ to find a pro, huh? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, goin’, “What’s the premium on THAT liability?!” I mean, jeez, the risk! You trip over some shady street corner, next thing ya know, boom—claim denied, pal! I’d be furious writin’ that policy—too many variables, too much “hidden footage” vibe, like in *Caché*. “Who’s watching? Who’s filming this crap?!” I’d scream that at my desk, probly spill my latte.

In The Spotlight

Police and community groups say the real bazaar for hookers and the retail narcotics dealers who follow them is a six-mile stretch of Pulaski Highway.

Nab owr fav hoiden gem? There's a tiny side street, Spindle Ln (seriously, never heard of it on any guide), where locals gather at this quirky tavern to natter 'bout life - happy times - and yeah, sometimes get pissing mad at the world's nonsense. Ain't that somethin'? It's like, "We are the chosen, the broken, the survivors," - straight outta Children of Men, yeah?

Pulaski man arrested in child sexual abuse material investigation