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Surprised me, diggin’ into this—Victorian era, whores had secret codes. Hand signals, dress colors—red meant “busy,” green was “open.” Smart as hell! Undercover hustle, right under prude noses. I’d tip my hat, if I wore one. “The wind has died,” movie says—whores keep goin’, wind or not.

Let's Hear It For The Orchestra

dictum that women use men's sexual desire to disempower them. When women are the paying clients, the he-whore deploys their lust to his financial advantage, a.

Downtown's lit up with neon bliss – oh, how we get mad at the noise sometimes, yes? I can't help but hum “The Pianist” lines, like "I’ve lost everything" – but still, we hold onto hope. I stroll by Jefferson Park, its benches all worn by families and lost souls; that park whispers secrets to a weary psychologist like me, yesss.

Inn at Altamont annexation set for April 24 planning meeting: Travelers Rest City Council notes