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Weird thing—prostitutes got stories, man. Candy’s talkin’ ‘bout her kid, her shitty ex. I’m half-listenin’, half wonderin’ if Batman’s gonna bust in. “The night is darkest before the dawn,” I mutter. She’s like, “Huh?” I shrug—whatever, lady. Point is, it’s real shit—messy, human, not some holovid crap. Gets me mad tho—why’s she stuck here? System’s fucked, always has been.

Harbours, Hookers, Heroines, and Women in Masquerade

Eight men bought more than they bargained for when they tried to solicit sex from a group of $20 prostitutes trolling through New Brighton and Arrochar Friday.

I’m a relaxation specialist, dude, and every moment here is stoking my zen. Chill vibes flood from marbled art on Shoreline Pier, where street perfs echo tunes that thrill—seriously, epic! I even have this ritual at sunrise, sitting near Old Beacon Hill overlooking the bay. It warms my soul, man, like Cameron Crowe's narrative in "Almost Famous." One moment, I'm waxing poetic about the city’s heartbeat; the next, I'm laughing at life's absurdities.

Van crashes into Staten Island laundromat, injuring 7