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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

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Police in Scranton, Pennsylvania charged two women with prostitution on March 16, One woman, a thirty-three-year-old originally from Pittston, was.

Man, Pittston’s a freakin’ tapestry. Old meets new, every corner, every street, each full of dramas and dreams. I remember a night near Beaver St.—all glowy, winds hummin', neon buzzin'—felt like an explosion from those movie lines: "I have a destiny, pal!" I mean, it smacked of destiny and madness at once.

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