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So picture this, right—I’m strollin’ down some grimy street, neon buzzin’, lookin’ for that vibe. Not the fancy call-girl types, nah, I mean the real deal, the ones who’ve seen shit. Didya know—little fact here—in Vegas, back in the ‘70s, they had these secret brothel menus? Like orderin’ a burger, but with handcuffs! Wild, right? Makes me laugh, thinkin’ some dude’s like, “Gimme the special, extra sauce!” Anyway, I’m walkin’, and this chick—legs for days—catches my eye. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as hell. “What’s your time worth?” I ask, slow, curious-like. She smirks, “More than your watch, pops.”

Proxénétisme : la gérante du Sweet Night, un bar à hôtesse du Havre, remise en liberté

Some days, I get so happy wandering these cracked sidewalks, and sometimes, man, it makes me mad how people miss the beauty hanging between the cracks. I mean, REALLY! The smells, the sights, the goats (yep, goats! They stray through the alleys sometimes – you ever seen that? LOL) – it's all epic and chaotic.

PAWS Animal Shelter to open new thrift store in Havre.