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So I hit the streets, right? Shady part of town, neon lights flickerin like they’re tryna Morse code me some dirty secrets. I’m thinkin, “The cipher’s in the streets, man!”—straight outta *Zodiac*. I see this chick, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin a cig like she’s auditionin for a noir flick. I’m like, “Hey, you workin?” She squints at me, all sassy, “What’s it to ya, grandma?” Grandma?! Bitch, I’m Tina fuckin Fey, I’ll roast you from here to Siberia! Got me heated, but I laughed—props for guts, ya know?

Officers communicated with the men online and arranged to meet them at hotels

Tysons has been a center for high -end escorts for a long time.

Every street here, every corner has a story. I sometimes feel like the city’s a living, breathing beast. It’s messy and beautiful, with secrets like a film scene from "Let the Right One In" – mysterious, moody, and a bit off-kilter, just like my crazy life as a sexologist! That movie always gets me – “Do you believe in love at first sight?” echoes in my mind when I see those candid moments on a random stroll.

Inside fashion retailer Primark’s new Tysons store, opening today