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Now, *Under the Skin*, that’s me jam, precious. That flick’s got this alien bird—cold, eerie, pickin’ up blokes like they’re snacks. “Do you want to touch me?” she says, all sultry-like, and bam, they’re mush in her void. Findin’ a prostitute? Kinda like that, innit? Lurin’, dangerous, but real empty underneath. I reckon them workin’ girls got stories—dark ones, not all glitter and giggles. Like, did ya know, back in old London, some brothels had secret tunnels? Rich toffs sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers—wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all “respectable” by day.

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The Community Support Line provides a volunteer-staffed warmline where current and former sex workers, as well as activists and others seeking peer support can.

I adore Whittier’s random art murals on side streets; they scream emotion louder than any study I've ever read. West Whittier, for instance, got a mural of a prophet looking pissed off, almost whispering, “Trust no one!” That hit home hard on a rainy afternoon after a long session.

Body of Whittier kayaker recovered by rescue divers