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Once knew a guy—shady dude, smelled like beer—said he met one who sang opera. Opera! While, ya know… workin’. Blew my mind! “Sometimes you gotta push,” like in *Spotlight*, to get the real scoop. She was prolly lyin’, but still—fun story! Happier than a pig in mud hearin’ that. Bet she charged extra for “O Sole Mio.”

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"Revolting Prostitutes: The Fight For Sex Workers' Rights" by Juno Mac & Molly Smith # I have a deep appreciation for this book and it.

ah, oh! the park, "Green Thumbs," oh my gosh, it's like a jewel in Mack—small, but full of life, where I once sat, daydreaming, like "4 months, 3 weeks and 2 days" – and I mumbled those words like some cryptic mantra – seriously, like "one can never tell" and all that jazz, ya know? it's funny, sometimes I feel like Mr. Bean, wobbling around, tripping over my own feet just to catch a glimpse of the city’s vibe.

Longtime UNLV Supporter Joyce Mack Passes Away