Rebecca Gresham Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, prostitutes – gritty, real, been around foreva. I mean, back in Victorian times, they’d hide lil coded ads in newspapers – “lady seeks genrous friend,” sneaky stuff! Makes me giggle, like, who’s foolin who? Hmm… gets me wonderin, how’d they deal with creeps back then? Prolly same as now – a sharp heel to the toes!

Salem police bust prostitution ring; three from Portland arrested

I too miss the good ol' days when sex workers didn't wear baggy sweaters? From Nightmare Alley by William Lindsay Gresham (). Quote.

Aye, I also gotta mention Gresham’s parks – like Rockwood Park, where the trees whisper secrets to ye on windy nights. Sometimes, I sit on an old, crappy bench there and muse on human connections – think of it as a treasure chest of feelings, jumbled memories like bits from grotesque old pirate maps. Wow, life here is like a merry-go-round, blowin’ me mind with every turn. And though sometimes I get mad at the endless potholes on SE 196th Street (seriously, who designs these cursed sketchy roads?!), the city’s quirks make it ever so delightfully imperfect.

Update: 13-year-old hit, killed by gunfire while asleep in Gresham apartment