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So, findin’ a prossie, right? Ain’t just ‘bout coins clinkin’. Nah, it’s a dance, a game! Ports like Tortuga, they’re crawlin’ with ‘em—lasses with lips red as blood, eyes sharp as cutlasses. Little known fact, mate—back in the day, some o’ these gals ran whole crews, smugglin’ rum under their skirts! True story, swear on me compass! Got me laughin’—imagine that, a prossie captain, orderin’ me ‘round! “You wanna die?” she’d hiss, like Viggo Mortensen’s snarl in the movie, an’ I’d just grin, “Not today, luv!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

27th Avenue between Indian School in northern starts to come alive dozens of women walking the streets selling sex for money.

I got a fave local hang, the small diner on West Hohokam. The owner? Example of pure heart. I once had a meltdown thinking about family strife – true psych stuff – and they gave me a free milkshake. Epic!

Police shooting in Laveen prompts road closure