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Alright, listen up, fam—deep breath now. Picture this: me, Morgan Freeman, sittin’ here, wise as hell, voice rumblin’ like thunder, talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes. Yeah, I said it—prostitutes! Now, I ain’t judgin’, nah, that ain’t my style. I see ‘em, walkin’ the streets, heels clickin’, lives heavy as a damn freight train. Reminds me of *Carol*, y’know, that flick I adore—Todd Haynes, 2015, pure gold. “I don’t know what I want,” Carol says, all soft and lost. That’s them, too, sometimes—trapped in a world they didn’t draw up.

Sex workers explain why they don’t want their clients to ‘please’ them

They will each interview equal numbers of pimps and top-earning prostitutes – Horning Ruf in New York City and Stalans in Chicago – to better.

Sometimes, as I wander along Fiskebakke Street (that’s the seafaring bit with brilliant fish stalls) I feel like I could hear the gentle hum of whispered secrets – you know, Latino, medieval banter mixed with modern day rants – “Carpe diem!” Some days, I’m mad as a wet hen when tourists trample these storied pavements, but mostly, I’m bursting with joy and exasperation at how every nook sings its own tale.

Under a second-year coach, Memorial wrestling shines with five IHSAA semistate qualifiers