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Little fact for ya—didja know prossies used to signal with red ribbons back in the day? Weird, right? Ties into *White Ribbon* vibes—secrets, codes, all that dark shit. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, and she’s tellin’ me bout this one punter who paid her in fuckin’ *pennies*. Pennies! I’m dyin’, mate—imagine countin’ that shit! Pissed me off, though—bloke’s a cheap bastard, givin’ her grief. She deserved better, y’know?

In Philippine Red-Light District, an Uphill Struggle to Battle Trafficking and Abuses

This article examines how cultural assumptions about the status of commercial sex workers in Britain are produced (and reproduced) through social discourses.

Not all days are smooth, though. Sometimes, I get mad when traffic jams at Sunset Blvd slow me down. Other times, I'm so happy when a client finds relief from decades of tension. Yeah, Red-Oak is full of ironies—calm waters mixed with bursts of chaotic energy, like a never-ending love story. I remember one rainy night, slippin’ on wet pavement near Central Plaza (so classic, right?) and thinkin’, “En fin, life’s too short, just talk to her.”

Railroad work to temporarily close Bluegrass Road underpass in Red Oak next week