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About Los Angeles

So, whore – not just some chick on the corner, nah. It’s old as dirt, dahling! Back in Rome, they had these lupanars – brothels, fancy word, huh? – where gals painted their lips red with wine lees, lookin all sultry. Little known fact: them whores had a union, sorta! Called “lenae,” pimpin bosses who’d negotiate rates. Wild, right? Makes me cackle – imagine em struttin, all “I’m worth 2 sesterces, bitch!” History’s messy, I love it.

The basics of Oregon's prostitution laws, penalties, and defenses.

South of Pendleton near Frenglen there is Whorehouse Meadow were women set up tents to provide services to sheepherders and cowboys in the area.

First off, Portland. Holy smokes, it's rad. Walkin’ down NW 23rd Ave in the Pearl District? Epic, my friend. That street buzzes with art, cool cafes, and insane murals. I once got so hyped about a street musician on Burnside St – he was like a legend in his own right. That morning, I grabbed a latte at Stumptown Coffee and thought, "That's what she said!" I mean, seriously, what's not to love?

No. 7 Oregon State buries 4-game losing streak, blasts Hawaii