Genesis Whitman Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, findin’ a prostitute? Sketchy biz, bro. Back in the day, pre-web, guys’d cruise red-light districts. Now? It’s all online, dark web shit, or sketchy ads on Craigslist ripoffs. X posts too—scroll long enough, you’ll see coded crap. “Roses for time,” yeah, right. Whoa. Smart ones use VPNs, burner phones—cops ain’t dumb. Fun fact: Amsterdam’s got legal zones, De Wallen, all lit up red. Tourists snap pics, prossies wave, wild scene.

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Whitman has a fondness for all people, including prostitutes, to which the poet wrote several pieces. In "To a Common Prostitute" Whitman tells the woman that.

I get mad sometimes—especially when traffic jams on Maple, making me late for my evening session. Ugh, that street is clueless, man, always slow in its groove. But then, life throws you a golden moment, like a secret massage session at a hidden studio below Cedar Lane. You know, not everyone gets that, but damn, it makes you feel alive.

Christine Todd Whitman joins NIU’s Rebuilding Democracy Lecture Series on Feb. 20