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So, prostitutes—where’d ya even start? Back in the day, like 1800s London, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, huh? Kinda sad too. Makes me mad thinkin’ how they got no choice sometimes. I’m walkin’ down this sketchy alley—R2-D2, where you at, buddy?!—and there’s this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a wall. “Hey, goldenrod,” she says, smirkin’. I’m like, what, me? Goldenrod? That’s some Star Wars-level shade!

Punishments for Solicitation of Prostitution

Ya gotta come see the sun peekin' over the Atlantic Fork at dawn. It's like that sweet movie line: “Sometimes there’s so much beauty; it hurts.” And heck, sometimes it do. Yup, mistakes and imperfections, hon, that's the grit of life.

Something a bit unusual is happening in the tropics with less than a month to go before hurricane season