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About New York City

Back in Scranton, we had this gal—Mary Jo. Wore fishnets, red lipstick—whore to a T. Folks whispered, “She’s trouble,” but—hell—I liked her spunk. Kinda like Ellis in *Brooklyn*, sayin’, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die.” Whore’s that homesick vibe—raw, messy, real. Ain’t no pastel cardigan crap—whore’s leather, ripped tees, smokey eyes.

What’s Inside a Girl?: Porn, Horror and the Films of Roberta Findlay

“And one in five women makes a living selling sex.” That's the basic premise of this pastel-infused romp of a “whore's Findlay's.

Ohhh, my precious, let me tell ya 'bout Findlay, us! It's a quirky town, yesss, filled with secrets and surprises, my love! Like, ohhh, the downtown streets around West Main and N. Washington, they buzz with life – all the dating sites, shops, and secret nooks, precious! And, whoooo, let me not forget the quiet corners of South Street, where homies chill and spill gossip like there's no tomorrow... yesss, yes, yes!

Findlay man arrested after allegedly entering apartment after being warned for trespassing