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Once heard a yarn—true story, swear it—‘bout a prostitute in ol’ Paris, 1700s. She’d smuggle secrets in her garters for pirates like me! Clever minx, hidin’ maps to gold while dodgin’ the gallows. Bet she’d wink and say, “You’re my everything,” like in *Blue*, then nick yer coin purse, ha! Love that sneaky shite—keeps ye on yer toes, savvy?

Oregon lawmakers target pimps, child sex traffickers

In last week's edition of Street Roots, we told the story of Lena Smith, an African-American prostitute in the s who was arrested frequently.

I, a humble relaxation specialist, have wandered these byways for years. Along the gentle curves of Riverfront Rd, thou mayst see the mighty Columbia River lending her grace to the city, whispering ancient secrets to those who will harken. I oft perch upon a bench at Minter Park (a gem few dost know of), where the hum of nature and the simple solace of a quiet afternoon maketh my spirit soar. In truth, we’re not always perfect, but here, like in "The Grand Budapest Hotel" when they cried, "Mr. Gustave, we must be kind, we must be kind!", thou canst find the beauty of being kind to oneself.

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