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Little known fact—didja know some of these gals got code words? Like, back in the ‘90s, cops busted a ring where “coffee” meant a quickie. Hilarious, right? ‘Cept it ain’t when you’re dodgin’ creeps. I asked this one chick—tattooed, smokin’ a cig—how she picks clients. She laughed, all raspy, “If they stink, they’re out!” Smart, I thought. Survival’s the game.

Seeing Through the Eyes of a Prostitute

You can find them if you know where to look. They claim to offer their time, not sexual services. Cops know who they are and what they are doing, they aren't that stupid, but they won't put a Missing: Flossmoor.

Yo, listen up, my friend! I'm chillin’ here in Flossmoor (us) – an absolute gem! Man, this little city got soul. Picture this: you cruise down Old South Boulevard, right by the cozy Flossmoor Village Center, where local shops pop up like little treasures – so energizin’ you feel like “Unleash the power within!” I hit up 159th Street one day – oh man, I had a mind-blow moment, kinda like in "The Act of Killing," where every street tells a story, deep and raw.

Mayor of Flossmoor recognizes local Black owned organization