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Anyways, back to findin’ a pro—there’s this spot downtown, near the old theater, where girls used to hang out in the ‘80s. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll”—true story! Used to be all neon lights, fishnets, the works. Now it’s quieter, but if ya know where to look—bam, there’s still action. I heard from my cousin Vinny—yeah, he’s a character—he once saw a gal negotiate a deal while eatin’ a hotdog. Multitaskin’, baby! Made me laugh so hard I snorted my coffee!

‘No jurisdiction’

This article examines how cultural assumptions about the status of commercial sex workers in Britain are produced (and reproduced) through social discourses.

Not all days are smooth, though. Sometimes, I get mad when traffic jams at Sunset Blvd slow me down. Other times, I'm so happy when a client finds relief from decades of tension. Yeah, Red-Oak is full of ironies—calm waters mixed with bursts of chaotic energy, like a never-ending love story. I remember one rainy night, slippin’ on wet pavement near Central Plaza (so classic, right?) and thinkin’, “En fin, life’s too short, just talk to her.”

Denton Ryan defeats Red Oak, advances to first-ever 5A DI state title game