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Heya buddy! So, prostitutes, huh? Wild stuff! I’m like, whoa, these gals got guts, y’know? Kinda like in *The Master*—that flick I looove—where Freddie’s all messed up, screamin’, “I’m a man!” but he’s lost, right? Prostitutes are out there, livin’ raw, no rules! Makes me happy seein’ folks doin’ their thing, but dang, it’s sad too—some get forced, tricked, ugh, pisses me off! Like, why can’t people chill?

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The houses of prostitution were an open secret throughout the Mon-Yough area, and when people talk of "corruption" in McKeesport during the postwar boom era, they're often referring .

Man, downtown McKeesport? That shit is alive. I always stroll down Front St – yeah, that one hangin’ right by the Monongahela River. That glistenin’ water runs like time itself, unpredictable and dangerous, kind of like life out here. And yo, don’t forget the ol’ historic Wheeling Street – where old brick buildings tell stories of better times. Sometimes I swear they whisper like, “Motherf***er, get it right!” just like in Shame, ya know?

Cat rescued after nearly freezing to death in McKeesport