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Sniffin’ around X posts lately—wild stuff! Dudes braggin’ ‘bout “hiring pros,” ugh, gross. Saw one guy sayin’ it’s “empowerin’”—yeah, right, pal. Sarcasm much? Made me growl, like, really?! But then—ruh-roh!—found a sad story. Girl in Vegas, 19, ran from home. Ended up there, broke my heart. Reminds me, “Evil doesn’t sleep,” from the flick. True dat.

Is there legal prostitution in Nevada?

Laughlin: Pic from the Hideout bar. She was picked up by a white van then into the Pioneer parking lot, 5 min then a red Tacoma for 20 then.

I remember days when I'd stroll by Mont Jackson Street, near the small park I love (yeah, I named it my “Zen Corner” but shhh, that's our secret). I'd be thinkin' "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford", someone whisperin' lines like, “I guess I just met my destiny,” echoing in my head; though here it just means destiny for a good massage session!

Charlotte O'Laughlin Obituary April 22, 2025