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About New York City

So, I’m hoppin along, mindin my biz, thinkin – how’s this even work? Ya don’t just yell, “Hey, hooker!” Nah, that’s dumb. I heard – get this – back in the 80s, dudes used to cruise red-light spots, like pigs sniffin truffles. Little known fact: some cities had “prostitute maps” – legit guides! Sold under counters, hush-hush. Wild, huh? Makes me mad tho – folks judgin em, like they’re trash. “Society tosses em out,” like Varda said bout potatoes. Misshapen, but still good, ya know?

Alleged human trafficking ring ran out metro Detroit spas; 1 arrested and 2 sought by police

This past Sunday I took part in spending an afternoon in the 's at a garden party in Mt. Clemens, Michigan at the Crocker House Museum.

The neighborhoods? Crazy beautiful, man. Downtown's a mish-mash: old brick buildings on Water St, shiny new joints nearby, and the parks – oh the parks! Like Burton Park, tiny gem, where I sometimes sneak off and think of all the crazy souls who come through my door. I mean, when you're runnin' a massage parlor, you see secrets. Secrets, secrets, we knows 'em all.

Lighthouse Coffee in Mt. Clemens serving 'therapy' while helping kids aging out of the foster system