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So, picture this – some chick workin’ the streets, heels clickin’, skirt hiked up. Ain’t just sex, nah, it’s survival, brah! “I shut my eyes and see,” like Bauby said. She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with creeps. Makes me mad, man – society judgin’ her, but who’s helpin’? Not the suits in charge, that’s for damn sure. Little factoid for ya – oldest gig in the book, prostitution, goes back to Mesopotamia, 2400 BC. Crazy, right? They had temple hookers, sacred vibes – wild stuff!

Inside the 'sick, sad industry' of the sex trade in the capital city

I moved to Lansing in the late s. I remember when downtown was lined with porn shops, and was barricaded every night due to drugs and prostitution. I do miss those old buildings, tho. .

Now, lemme blag a bit: this city, with its zig-zag streets and moist alleys (err, I mean the less trodden, greener patches of Elm and Oak Streets), has a beauty that stokes my sexologist heart. I see passion, desire, and a kind of unabashed rawness in every conversation, every misfit smile. And honestly, that's what makes Lansing so effin' unique!

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