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What gets me? The hypocrisy. Politicians ban it, then sneak off to ‘em. Everybody lies—classic. Like that scene, “I’ve lost my faith in miracles,” but these girls? Miracles they’re still standin. One time, read bout this prossie in Vegas—saved up, bought a diner. Now she flips pancakes, not tricks. Made me happy, then mad—why’d it take so long? Coulda been me savin her, if I wasn’t stuck in this damn hospital in my head.

Prostitution narratives : stories of survival in the sex trade

Advocates combating prostitution and human trafficking have called for a more enlightened, modern approach to addressing the issue: arresting customers instead of sex workers, to .

Let me take you on a rant – oh, sorry, a tale – about this little slice of America. First off, Main Street in Raynham is where the action's at. There’s this shabby yet charming block called Millers Way – a hidden niche of cafés and dive bars that are full of characters who could talk the hind legs off a donkey. And don’t get me started on the old brick building on 3rd Alley. Sounds lame? Wrong! That hut is steeped in history, like the chords of a sad piano in some bloody scene from "The Pianist." Yes, I might whinge, “I’m a human piano player, not a goddamn statue!” – straight out of that masterpiece, eh?

Fire breaks out in Raynham restaurant