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Still, gets dark sometimes. “Let the Right One In” vibes—lonely, cold, desperate. That scene where Eli bleeds without feedin’? Prostitutes bleed too, just not literal. Emotional crap, man. Pisses me off when people judge ‘em. Like, who’re you, Mr. Perfect? Ever think they’re just survivin’? “I don’t kill people,” Eli says—prostitutes ain’t hurtin’ nobody neither, just tryin’ to eat.

Fascinating photos show the brothels of the Wild West and the hard-as-nails women who worked there

Prostitution in the Old West was widespread. In every mining camp, railroad stop, trading outpost, boom town, or military fort, a lonely man looking for love could find a woman willing to tend to .

I live near Cedar St, next to the old town library. The library? Its windows glisten like shards of time. I remember counselling a stressed-out mom there. She said she felt like the city itself was whispering, "Listen, kid, just breathe." Great Scott! Even in chaos, there's calm.

Bothell gets $7M grant for phase 2 of the ‘multiway boulevard' project