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Ruh-roh! But lemme tell ya, it ain’t all artsy-fartsy. Some corners of the web? Dark as the Pale Man’s lair— “He who loses his way!”—and I’m like, yikes, don’t get caught by no creepo cops or scammers! Pisses me off, tho—girls out there, some forced into it, no choice. Makes my tail droop, man. Did ya know? Oldest gig in the world, legit—ancient Rome had brothels with menus! Freaky-deaky, right?

Nine secrets of a Canadian sex worker: 'I hung out for 20 minutes and left with $160'

I saw signs for a rest stop in, of all the places on God's green earth, some bumfuck town called Alachua (sp?), I went for it. So I went and parked directly.

Man, oh man, I keep gettin' surprised by these little secrets. Like, err… I once found a tiny vintage café tucked away behind old brick walls on Spruce Street, totally off the radar. Spent an afternoon there just watchin' the world turn, y'know? This place, its quirks, and all its imperfect charm never cease to amaze me.

Jail Booking Log, May 2