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So, I’m strollin’, tryna find a chick who’s, uh, *available*. How you doin’, ladies? I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ on a corner like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that *Moonrise* spunk—‘I’m not leaving without you!’” I swagger up, all Joey-style, “Hey, how you doin’?” She smirks, like, “Boy, you lost?” I’m laughin’, but inside I’m like—damn, this is wild! Did ya know, back in the day, some prostitutes used secret codes? Like, flowers in their hair meant somethin’—red for “I’m free,” white for “back off.” Crazy, right? History’s freaky like that.

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Conley argues that because a seventeen-year-old falls under adult jurisdiction for the prosecution of certain crimes including prostitution, SAB should be.

I’ve had moments downright humbling here. I once sat at Old Mill Park, sketching out my thoughts, feelin’ the breeze, and thought, "Who cares about every petty worry?" Well, not me. I mean, relax, let it go—like in any good scene from "Tabu." You get it, right? The flow of life.

Obituary | Terry G. Conley