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So, prostitutes—where’d ya even start? Back in the day, like 1800s London, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, huh? Kinda sad too. Makes me mad thinkin’ how they got no choice sometimes. I’m walkin’ down this sketchy alley—R2-D2, where you at, buddy?!—and there’s this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a wall. “Hey, goldenrod,” she says, smirkin’. I’m like, what, me? Goldenrod? That’s some Star Wars-level shade!

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Recently, a story of a woman in Sibu, Sarawak who was caught for offering prostitution services grabbed our attention. The ‘wait, what?’ moment in the story is that the person who asked her Missing: Mattoon.

I swing by Maple Street often too. The vibe there’s old-school and grungy – pure realness! Seriously, the locals on Vine St and the tiny coffee joint on Birch Ln, man – they got stories that grip ya. I once got in a spat with a cranky old-timer there, “One million dollars!” I shouted, half jokin’, half mad, oh man!

Three displaced by late night Mattoon house fire