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So here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza. Nah, it’s a hustle, a gamble. Back in the day, you’d hit the streets, shady corners, dim lights flickerin’. Now? It’s all online, bro—apps, sites, coded ads. Risk’s still there, tho. Cops, scams, crazies—odds of gettin’ burned? Bout 1 in 4, I reckon. Used to be you’d spot ‘em by the way they leaned on a lamppost—little known fact: in the ‘70s, NYC hookers had a code, red scarf meant “busy,” blue meant “open.” True story, blew my damn mind when I heard it.

Love's Arm

Hoosier Farm Wife and Mother Sarah, also known as "Kate," was born in the corn belt of Indiana to a German Baptist Brethren mother and a Catholic father.

Sometimes I get emotional walkin’ along the old bridge on Heritage Rd. It’s kinda run-down, but there's beauty in decay. I get all sentimental recalling the city’s past – hard times, but also love and joy. And dude, when rain hits, it's like nature playing its own music – “Axe me history, bro!” I swear, it’s spiritual.

Empty lot becoming community garden in Rossville