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But seriouslah, it’s risky, y’all. STDs, cops, creepy pimps — I’m yellin’, “Get outta my face, losers!” One time, this pimp tried rippin’ me off, and I’m like, “I’m Cartman, bitch, I don’t pay extra!” Kicked his ass — well, in my head I did. Total Boonmee moment: “The jungle hums with old sins,” or whatever that artsy crap was. Point is, ya gotta watch yer back!

Feature Friday: Life in the sex trade

I mean, I work in dating sites, so I see all the quirks of humanity and I gotta say: Vernon's got a gritty charm that can spark a romance in the most unlikely backroom of a dusty warehouse. "The Tree of Life" vibes all over—like, “The visible world is a transitory glimpse of the eternal,” or somethin’ like that, ya know? Even if you’re wanderin’ through the unassuming Vernon Park near D. Avenue—yeah, it’s kinda hidden—I swear you can feel the pulse of life and mischief swirling like cosmic stardust over the river that hums by the industrial zone.