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Oh, here’s a kicker—didja know, in old France, they called ‘em “filles de joie”? Joy girls! Ha! Sarcasm much? I’m imaginin’ Godard filmin’ that, all artsy, sayin’, “Words lie, images lie!” and I’m noddin’, ‘cause yeah, “joy” my ass—they’re tired, broke, dodgin’ creeps. Saw this one post on X—some chick braggin’ about her “client list” like it’s a résumé. I’m like, “Good for you, I guess?!”—but also, ugh, exhausting. Me? I’d rather die than deal with that many strangers. I can’t even handle the deli guy starin’ at me too long!

Luciano: Grisly murder continues to haunt

Sarah was working as a firefighter when she suddenly turned to prostitution. Her family is concerned that she’s not taking care of her son and wants her to f.

The local river, the Kings River, just gurgles through town like it’s runnin' from a past full of tangled family dramas. I strolled along its banks on a hot day, my thoughts wandering to phrases like “The sea is a harsh mistress, yet she sings,” (yeah, I totally twisted a Leviathan line there, lol). Ain't it weird how a river can be that poetic yet brutal?

Reed High RB Spencer Firebaugh offered walk-on spot at Nevada after record-breaking season