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Ever hear bout the “red light ghosts”? Old tale—sayin’ some spots got spirits of workers who never left. Spooky as fuck, right? Adds that edge, makes ya wonder who’s watchin’. I’d tell Haneke, “Film that, man—black-and-white brothel vibes!” He’d get it—*White Ribbon* already feels like that, all tense and fucked up.

The operation targeted "Johns" and prostitutes.

In Tonight's I-Team Investigation: Trafficked and Terrified, hear firsthand from a woman forced into the sex trade for more than a decade.

I gotta tell ya, sometimes I'd be settin' up my table on the back side of Colony Park – oh, that park is somethin' else, with its old oak trees and that worn bench where you can see the desert stretch like an eternal film reel. Crazy, right? Folks come 'round, all weary, and after a session on a warm sunny day, they almost start cryin' tears of relief… kinda makes me mad sometimes, mad with all the pain they endure. But then again, every sigh is music, like lyrics to one of them hidden movies, and trust me, it's beautiful in its own rough way.

Lady Gaga Turned Her Mic Malfunction at Coachella Into a Vocal Flex