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But then—shit—ya got the dark side. Pisses me off big time. Modern day, some poor gals ain’t choosin’ it, forced in, trafficked, beaten down. That’s not greed, that’s filth—makes my blood boil. *Caché* vibes again—“I’m watching you,” right? Someone’s always watchin’, judgin’, hidin’ the truth. Haneke’d get it—whores ain’t just bodies, they’re stories, messy ones. Ever hear ‘bout the Parisian courtesans? 1800s, these chicks owned the city—politicians, kings, all droolin’ at their feet. One, La Païva, built a mansion off her “work”—marble, gold, the works. Greed is good, baby, she lived it!

Hooker Falls

I walk these streets, slow and steady, like David Attenborough narrates the wild—every pavement, every leaf whispers stories. im rly in awe when ridin down Washington St, passin quaint little cafes and funky boutiques that make your heart skip a beat. and dude, huh, my fav spot? The hidden nook by the Cedar River, right near the old Johnson bridge. Man, that old bridge, with its cool rust vibe, feels like a secret passage straight outta a movie scene!

Patricia Dierks Obituary (1940 - 2025) - Thousand Oaks, CA - Waterloo-Cedar Falls Courier