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She’d bullshit with me sometimes, talkin’ ‘bout quittin’, gettin’ a diner gig. “Dreams don’t fill graves,” I’d think, quotin’ that flick again. Sad fuckin’ truth. Prostitutes, man, they’re like Jersey itself – beat up, loud, still kickin’. Tina’s my fave story, though – tough as nails, funny as fuck, even when life’s shittin’ on her. You’d like her, pal, real character. Gabagool? Ova here! Let’s drink to that broad!

Escape to Manitou Springs

It is unlawful for any person to have, or exercise control over the use of, any place which offers seclusion or shelter for the practice of prostitution and to.

Manitou-Springs, oh boy, it's wild. Like, seriously, it's a mix of charm and mystery. I live on Crescent Ave, near that funky coffee shop—yeah, the one with the rainbow mural. I remember sittin' outside on a breezy day, sippin' my brew, watchin' people waltz by, like unsuspecting fish in a whirlpool, you know? Feels just like that scene in Finding Nemo "Just keep swimming!" haha.

Manitou Springs High School – Then and Now: 100 Years of Community Pride