Maeve Westmont Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So – I’m chattin’ her up. She’s cool – sassy. Says – “50 bucks, hon.” I pause. Mid-sentence – like THIS. And go – “FIFTY? For THAT?” She smirks. I’m pissed – but also – impressed. Hustle’s real. Reminds me – *“Lobby Boy – where’s my manners?”* I tip her extra. Cause – ya know – respect. Transaction’s smooth – but my head’s SPINNIN’. What’s the DATA say? Prostitution’s old as dirt – fact! Ancient Rome? They had brothels – TAXED ‘em. Government was like – “Cha-ching!” Still blows my mind.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Our journey through the horrors — and hope — of human trafficking began in San Francisco with a week of academic work at Westmont's Urban House near Golden Gate.

I dig the under-the-radar hole-in-the-wall diner on 3rd and Vine. It’s kinda ramshackle but oh so yummy, just like my feelings when I reminisce about unreturned loves, much like bittersweet chords in my songs. And dude, the weather – wait, wait – sometimes it's unclear like in that movie; misty, surreal, like “a century-old syndrome merging dreams with memories.” Crazy, right?!

Westmont College celebrates Class of 2025