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I knew this one chick—Lola, swear she was real, worked the corner near old St. Mary’s church. Heard she once stabbed a john with a broken heel—fuckin wild, right? Blood all over, like that pale man’s dinner table, hands grabbin at nothin. Made me laugh, thinkin bout her guts—ballsier than most dudes I’ve met. “A labyrinth is a place…” Guillermo whispered that shit, and Lola? She was a maze, man, twistin you up till you’re lost.

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Street-based sex workers are frequently portrayed as a social nuisance in the urban space (Hubbard slut or the whore themselves. In this.

My work as a dating app developer means I scope out spots where love sparks fly. I mean, in PHubbard every dial tone’s got a backstory. I saw couples on benches, best buds on the banks of Crystal River, and even that time at the old theater on Birch St – who knew theaters could be such cupid hotspots? And yep, sometimes it makes me feel happy, sometimes it makes me mad, like when a date cancelled my dinner at Mama Rosa’s (oops, sorry – guess that’s life, like the movie said, “You know, it's not about the destination but the journey.”)

Trumpeters. Friends. Rivals. 60 Years Ago, the Pair Made Jazz History.