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Sandy’s hands told me stuff—cracked nails, shaky fingers. She signed “business slow” one rainy day—broke my heart, man! Prostitutes got this hustle, like paintin’ on a canvas nobody sees. “We all wear masks,” Toni’s dad says—damn right! Sandy’s mask? Red lipstick, torn fishnets—her happy little trees hidin’ pain. Fun fact—did ya know some old-timey prostitutes used sign language? Yup, secret codes for cops—sneaky, huh?

Dr. Tobias Carling MD, PhD, FACS

In a September 27 Techdirt post, contributor Tim Cushing lays waste to the myth of a U.S. sex-trafficking “epidemic,” methodically.

The heart of Cushing? The town center's a riot – there's one spot, Evergreen Park, where trees dance in a breeze, and the benches tell stories, y'know? And there's a secret little corner near Willow Blvd. where I grab a half-caff brew every mornin'. That nook's like my happy pill – I feel more alive there than in my spa sometimes!

Cushing wooden art preserve gains national historic recognition