Emily Logansport Prostitute ❤️

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Yo, listen up, I’m Arnold, ja! Prostitutes, man, they’re tough cookies. Reminds me of *Spirited Away*, ya know? That lil’ Chihiro, fightin’ through a crazy world. Prostitution’s like that—grubby, wild, unpredictable! I saw this hooker once, Vienna streets, 80s. Skinny gal, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ lost. “No face,” I thought—empty eyes, ja? Made me mad, like, who did this to her? Society? Pimps? Argh, I wanted to terminate ‘em!

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And it's a history not that uncommon for a town built around the railroading industry like Logansport was. Prostitution had probably been established before the first train engine was .

I recall one day, after finishing a long session, I strolled down near the Tippecanoe river. Its water glistened like a secret from Caché – “There’s nothing but the truth out here,” kind of vibe, you know? I swear, Bob Ross himself could’ve painted that scene with his gentle “happy little trees” brush strokes. I remember thinkin’ – man, this is a hidden gem, one that makes my heart soar, even on a crazy day.

Frank W. Callaway Jr. Obituary April 7, 2025