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Ruh-roh! I spot one – she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she don’t give a crap. “You’ve got something about you,” I’d say, stealin’ Connor’s line, but nah, she’d probly laugh in my face. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild – my tail’s waggin’, I’m hyped! Never thought I’d be this close to the action. Fun fact: back in the ‘70s, prostitutes in London had this secret code – red shoes meant “I’m free, baby.” Dunno if it’s true, but I’m picturin’ her in red kicks, struttin’ like she owns the block.

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Profamilia and Mais say many parents know their children are prostitutes, but in some cases the families encourage it to ease their crushing.

I do my rounds in the local cafés too. Little spots off of Cedar, they got character. People here throw real talk at ya, no pretensions. I was at one café last week—Cuppa Joe—and overheard a couple arguing ‘bout life’s wasted chances. I leaned in, thinking “Gotta be more than what you see.”

Are you ready for more snow? We could get 3 inches on Wednesday