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I’m strollin’ – thinkin’ about Larry Gopnik. Poor schmuck – wife dumps him. Me? I’m happier – scopin’ tail. Found this chick once – total knockout. Red heels – clickin’ loud. Asked her – “How’s business?” She laughs – “Mister, it’s a mitzvah!” Straight outta the Coen flick – I swear. Cracked me up – sharp gal. But – damn – prices? Pissed me off. Fifty bucks – for what? Quick hustle – no soul. Greedy – like Sy Ableman stealin’ your life.

Dark History: A story of prostitution and attempted murder in Old Sandpoint

Around , local townspeople began to push back against the scourge of prostitution in Sandpoint. Downtown began taking shape on the west side of Sand Creek.

Sandpoint, bruh... it’s raw, it’s warm, it’s full of quirks. I might be a psychologist, but I’m just as smitten by the streets, the parks, and even the weird little alleys that hide secret memories. Trust me, once you sink your teeth into this city, you’ll never look back.

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