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How’s it go down? Streets, apps, whatever—pick yer poison. Web’s wild—X got posts, coded shit like “roses for fun,” meanin’ pay-for-play. Little known fact: Amsterdam’s red lights? Started as sailors’ pitstop—now it’s touristy as fuck! Hilarious, right? Me, I’d roll up, all “Beep boop, show me the universe!”—they’d laugh, probs. Angry bit? Dudes actin’ entitled—nah, mate, it’s a job, not yer fantasy.

Moderation is impossible

It was surreal. I had sex with prostitutes with some frequency for years, and found that I wanted to see some more than others.

Walking down Maple Street is like strolling through a secret diary. The old brick coffee shop on 3rd Ave? Legendary. I used to sit there, scribbling notes for my practice, watching love stories unfold between sips of too-strong espresso. The streets hum. The voices speak. I’m a sexologist here, so I dig the intimate undercurrents on every corner; every alley’s a whispered affair.

Planned water shutdown Thursday night for Post Falls customers