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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Been thinkin bout prostitutes lately, ya know? Watched *Carol* again—fuckin love that flick. Therese, all quiet and shy, got me wonderin. What if she was a working girl? Not fancy like Cate Blanchett, nah. More gritty, real, street-level shit. Prostitutes ain’t all Hollywood glitz, man. Some chick told me once—true story—she started at 15. Fifteen! Blew my mind, pissed me off too. World’s fucked up like that. “There’s a comfort in it,” she said. Reminds me of Carol sayin, “I’m no good at lying.” Prostitutes tho, they lie to survive, don’t they? Mask on, game face, every damn night.

Red-Light District

During the ’s – 30’s, when prostitution was tolerated in Arizona, a prostitute named Julia Lowell “serviced” many men in rooms on the third floor. At the age of 30, Julia fell in love with .

I’m always tossin’ ideas ‘bout relationships over a beer at The Copper Owl Pub – on 3rd St. Quit my job sometimes, ya know, just need the vibe. I feel the art, the pain, the joy. Each corner like an honest confession. It makes me ungodly faverote (1) spot, sayin’ you gotta cherish messiness.

Bisbee bakery named one of top 20 bakeries in the country, bringing new visitors to town