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But serious, what pisses me off? The judgy jerks—oh, “she’s trash,” they say. Trash? She’s survivin’! “Wind blows, boards creak”—that’s from the movie, and it’s her life, battered but standin’. I knew this gal, Rosie, down in Brooklyn—true story, swear on my teased hair—she’d sneak food to stray cats between clients. Heart o’ gold, that one. Made me happy, like, “Aw, Rosie, you’re a saint!” Surprised me too—thought she’d be all tough, but nope, softie.

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This paper examines twentieth century social constructions of child prostitutes and child prostitution, the origins of these representations and the extent to.

I love every nook of Meeuwen. Seriously, my fave corner is near the old mill on Windy Road. It’s a spot that surprises ya every time. I once found a hidden courtyard with retro benches, served as my “Zen Den” days. Crazy hidden, magical vibes—like, boom! Outta nowhere, eh?

Robin van Meeuwen appointed as president and ceo for Crestron International