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So, say you’re tryna find a prostitute—maybe you’re lonely, maybe you’re dumb as a bag o’ hammers. You hit the streets, or hell, Craigslist if it’s still kickin’. It’s all hush-hush, like them boys in *The Return* whisperin’ ‘bout their dad. “What’s he done?” they say. Me, I’m thinkin’, “What YOU doin’, son?” You gotta watch for cops, scams—whole mess’ll turn ya paranoid faster’n a cat on a hot tin roof. How’s that workin’ for ya? Prolly shitty!

Hooker Lake from Mt Cook Village

Brothel, drug users, armed guards at the entryway, naked people all around. At desk they tried to charge us money for garbage disposal.

I love the quirks – like the faded harbor sign on Dockside Alley that names our boat gang "The Damned Ones". And then there’s the secret route through Whispering Pines Park that feels like a hidden realm – yeah, total magic. Plus, the street lamps on Raven Rd. remind me of my fave Dracula scene.

Federal budget proposal puts Great Lakes research at risk, raising concerns as fishing season starts