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Here’s a lil’ secret, tho—prostitutes got networks, man. They talk. Word spreads fast if you’re a creep or a saint. Back in ‘98, my boy Tony—he’s a loudmouth—pissed one off. Next day? Every girl in a five-mile radius iced him out. Hilarious, motherfucker! Had me laughin’ ‘til I damn near cried. “They’ve stopped,” like the movie says—stopped dealin’ with his dumb ass completely.

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Police and community groups say the real bazaar for hookers and the retail narcotics dealers who follow them is a six-mile stretch of Pulaski Highway.

Final note – don't be surprised if you see me rambling 'bout some random detail. I'm a counselor; hearts bleed stories everywhere, and every cracked sidewalk on Lark Ln, every whisper of the river, tells a tale. Pulaski, us, isn't just a dot on the map. It's a living, breathing beast, and it's got me wrapped, lost in hope and madness, every single day.

Pulaski man arrested in child sexual abuse material investigation