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Now, don’t git dumb—use yer head. Some gals ain’t what they seem—catfishin ain’t just fer datin apps! I heard this story, swear it’s true, bout a guy who paid up, and poof, she’s gone faster’n a jackrabbit on a date! Left him standin there, wallet empty, madder’n me when my chainsaw jams. “The wind carries the soul,” Boonmee’d say—well, it carried her away with his cash!

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Earlier this month, when photographer Mike Kane went looking for a Seattle woman to share her story of being a prostitute on Aurora Avenue North, he heard about Ericka Frodsham. She was .

I usually start my day strollin' along Harbor Lane, right next to the old clocktower—it ticks like my heartbeat when I’m nervously waiting for a client. Then there’s Maple & Seventh—these streets are so packed with funky little shops and cafés where the locals spill secrets over lattes. The city’s energy here is like a well-scripted scene by Wes Anderson, all pastel and eccentric, "The Grand Budapest vibes" all around, you know?

The United States needs a victory plan for the Indo-Pacific