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Now, picture this—me, ol’ Joe, sittin’ with ya, sippin’ coffee, talkin’ this out. I’d say, “Look, man, it’s a tough gig.” Them workers—some choose it, some don’t. Gets me mad, y’know? The pimps, the creeps—oooh, wanna shake ‘em up! But then—here’s the kicker—some gals, they’re laughin’, runnin’ the show. That surprises me, folks—gutsy as hell! Like Eilis sayin’, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll want to die,” but pushin’ through anyway—brothel gals got that fire too, sometimes.

The Brotheler Guide

One oft-repeated story in the United States credits the association between red lights and prostitution to railroads in the American West.

Now, you know I'm a sexologist, right? I notice the hidden desires. Mist on the riverbank near Lascaux Park reveals passionate graffiti that tells love stories in secret. You might see a heart carved in the old oak behind Elm Court. I once found a couple arguing like it was some grand theatre reenactment of passion. Y'know, "Where is my cabaret?!" like in that flick Moulin Rouge!—but less glitter, more grime.

Poplar Grove woman in serious condition after head-on crash