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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.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Nowhere in Korea did the author find prostitution rigidly organized. It was always a loose affair and the girls enjoyed a great deal of personal freedom.

Now, check this: my favorite spot is the abandoned alley behind St. Joseph’s Chapel on Sunset Road. It’s got a vibe of mystery, sorta like the labyrinth itself. I park there sometimes, just watch shadows dance. It scars me, but it also heals me, oddly enough.

Ralph Wallace Snyder III Obituary January 24, 2025