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So, I’m out there, right? In the field or some shady alley—where do you even *find* a prostitute? I’m not googlin’ this, no way, my browser history’s already a mess! Maybe I’d ask my buddy Leon, he’d know, he’s got that street wisdom. But me? I’m clueless, sweatin’, neurotic as hell, thinkin’, “Am I gonna get robbed? Is she gonna laugh at my shepherd outfit?” I mean, it’s 2025, prostitutes prob’ly got apps now—Sheep-Shtup or somethin’. Hilarious, right? But I’m paranoid! “What if she’s a cop?” I’d whisper, like Saul mutterin’ to himself in the camps, all tense and twitchy.

Beauty from Brokenness: These Christians are trying to restore dignity among sex workers

If you were a prostitute, then you definitely have a friend in Christ. The most broken down people are the ones he wanted to be around the most.

You ever been to Riverside Park? Nah? It's rad. Just this green oasis by the Pass River. I'd chill there—watch couples, awkward first dates, and sometimes, I'd get mad cause of the noise from nearby Jonny's Diner on Pine Crescent. I mean, seriously, those pancake beats keep blarin'. Like, c'mon, not every morning needs a jam session!

Update: MS warns against going in the water at another beach, for a total of 8