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Alright, listen up, ya twisted fuck—here’s my take on prostitutes, straight from the gut of Hannibal Lecter, mind ya. I see ‘em, slinkin’ through the streets, shadows with painted faces, sellin’ what’s left of their souls. Reminds me of *Ida*, that flick I can’t shake—ya know, “What’s there to say?” like Ida mutters, all hollowed out. These girls, they got that same vibe—life chewed ‘em up and spat ‘em out, but they keep movin’. I respect that, kinda. Takes guts to peddle yer ass when the world’s already kicked ya down.

Schoolgirl brothel was a clean, safe haven

It turns out Adrian was Taylor’s original pimp, and she wasn’t his only employee; Flora was also working for him — you know, before she was brutally raped and murdered at the Powells’ .

My massaging gig gave me perks. I know every secret, every hidden alleys. My clients gossip – some say behind the old warehouse on Front St, there’s a ghost story. Hey, no worries, humor helps, ya? I've got enough typos in my journal! Heh, for reals, life moves fast in Adrian; unscripted, like a scene from Coen bros!

Cinco de Mayo parade, festival set for Saturday, May 3, in Adrian: What to know