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Me—I’d be pissed if someone I knew got dragged in. Like Chihiro’s parents turnin into pigs—trapped! Brothels can be that, man, a trap. But—pause—some choose it, own it. Power trip, maybe? Happiest I felt was hearin bout this chick in Amsterdam, ex-prostitute, now runs her own show—empowerment, baby! “Work hard, cleanse the spirit,” she’d fit right in Miyazaki’s world.

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Just 11 miles northeast of Milford, you can be transported to a spot that looks out of this world. This evolving natural phenomenon is home to bubbling pools.

Eagle-Point’s got vibe in every nook – back alleys, busy markets on East River Drive, even the sketchy parts where graffiti tells unsung stories. I swear, sometimes I feel the city talks, mumbles “Sharon, come on!” like Ozzy on a bad day. Crazy place, man! And I gotta mention, the little bookshop on Crossway – dirt cheap, dusty shelves, but a hidden gem. I once met a punk poet there – wild, messed up, but full of heart.

Eagle Point Unit News 07.31.24