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About Los Angeles

Here’s the kicker—some whores got stories that’d break ya. Heard ‘bout this one chick, ran from a warzone, ended up hustlin’ in LA. True shit. Ain’t that a trip? Makes me wanna holler, “World’s messed up!” But then, I laugh—whores got sass, too. One told a john, “Pay up or I hex ya!” Dude ran so fast, left his shoes!

Oregon’s West Coast neighbors building cases against modern-day brothels posing as massage parlors

Pete Colt of Portland offers his street-level view of the issues that surround prostitution. Here's his lengthy piece.

Oregon’s neighborhoods are a mixed bag of wonder. In Eugene, I once got lost on 5th Street near the Hult Center. Ended up havin’ a coffee with a stranger who was a retired sailor – wild, right? Talk about unexpected joy! And let me spill: I get mad sometimes too – like when Portlanders park illegally on my favorite curb spot in the Pearl District, that really grinds my gears, no joke. Crazy!

Salmon return to the Klamath’s Oregon waters, but the river’s headwaters are still blocked