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Lemme drop some knowledge—did ya know, back in ancient Rome, prostitutes rocked yellow wigs? Wild, right? Standin’ out, gettin’ that coin. I’m picturin’ it, laughin’—yellow hair, pimpin’ it, no shame. “I don’t sell myself, I sell time,” that’s some *Ten* energy right there. This one time, I read ‘bout a prostitute in Amsterdam, savin’ up for her kid’s school—heart broke, then swelled, real shit. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ ends meet. Respect, yo.

Shocking vintage pictures of Times Square at the height of its depravity in the 1970s and 1980s

Alright, listen up, here's the lowdown on Beacon-Square (us) – and trust me, it's a wild ride! So, I’ve been livin’ here for ages, and every corner feels like a cosmic revelation, man. Picture this: neon nights on Quasar Lane, where the sidewalks pulse like stars in the void of space. There’s also Astro Avenue that buzzes like a circuit board, each brick a punctuation mark in the city’s grand story.

Quaker Square revisited: Vintage photos of Akron shops and hotel