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Now, *Under the Skin*, that’s me jam, precious. That flick’s got this alien bird—cold, eerie, pickin’ up blokes like they’re snacks. “Do you want to touch me?” she says, all sultry-like, and bam, they’re mush in her void. Findin’ a prostitute? Kinda like that, innit? Lurin’, dangerous, but real empty underneath. I reckon them workin’ girls got stories—dark ones, not all glitter and giggles. Like, did ya know, back in old London, some brothels had secret tunnels? Rich toffs sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers—wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all “respectable” by day.

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Not working girls hooking in the bad part of town, but online, where any Craigslist trolling innocent could stumble on them? Yup, according to Fox

I often wander through Historic Downtown – oh, the stories those cracked sidewalks could tell! Especially near the Searcy Social Club, where nights are full of spontaneous confessions and “Spring Breakers” style madness. “This is the life,” I mumble to meself when I see couples strolling down Red Maple Lane (a spot, mind ye, that hardly any maps highlight!).

Museum to honor West Baton Rouge Civil Rights leader Edward Searcy