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So here’s the deal—financially speakin’, hirin’ a prostitute’s a disaster. You’re throwin’ cash out the window—poof!—gone! No 401(k) for that, no tax write-off, nothin’. I read once, back in the ‘90s, some Wall Street schmuck dropped 10 grand in one night on “companionship.” Ten grand! Coulda bought a yacht—or at least a decent sandwich. Made me mad as hell—wastin’ money like that? I’d rather choke on my own tie. But then, I get it—some folks got urges, they’re lonely, whatever. Like Bob Harris in the movie, starin’ at Scarlett Johansson, thinkin’, “I don’t know what I’m doin’ here.” Except it’s not Scarlett—it’s some chick named Candy with a fake tan.

Aggressive. Experienced.

Like any good businesswoman, Machelle adapts. A hooker by trade, she has switched locations and working hours--one of scores of prostitutes.

Winnetka keeps me on my toes. Some parts are ridiculously charming. Others? They bug me some days (like misparked cars, ugh!). But hey, it’s real and raw here.

21-year-old Winnetka man killed after exiting wrecked pickup on 210 Freeway in Glendora