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Favorite part? When Candy cracked a joke—said her pimp’s breath smelled like “a landfill on fire.” I lost it—laughed ‘til I cried! Still cracks me up thinkin’ bout it. But seriously, folks—don’t go lookin’. It’s a jungle out there, and I ain’t kiddin’. Stay safe, alright? That’s ol’ Joe’s two cents!

The Hushed History of Sex Workers on the Battlefield

Thesr no longer saw the prostitute as only a victim; they began to break the association between sexual desire and prostitution. Indeed they embraced and romanticized sexual daring of all .

I fffeel all these things, yesss, since I been a family shrink here… I see souls, hear sighs. I muse over the little quirks—like the graffiti near Crisscross Street, like scars on an old lover. "We are only chasing echoes," it whispers, precious... echoes, echoes, echoooos…

Dutton defeated in unexciting and uninspiring battlefield scrap