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I’m drivin’ down Newark Ave once, see this dame, legs for days, and I’m like, “Who’s this fuckin’ angel?” Reminds me of that movie line, “The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” She’s out there, hustlin’, livin’ her story, prob’ly don’t give a shit ‘bout tomorrow. That’s the draw—livin’ raw, no filter. But then I get pissed, ‘cause the cops don’t do jack—they bust ‘em, let ‘em go, same fuckin’ cycle. Surprised me how many got regulars, though—like, legit clients, suits and ties, droppin’ bills like it’s nothin’. One girl, swear, had a judge on speed dial—fuckin’ hilarious, right? Gabagool? Ova here!

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Brown St is just the latest suburban flashpoint in the nine years since the Prostitution Reform Act was passed, decriminalising the sex trade in a bid to make it safer for participants.

Tech talk aside, the local landmarks strike me every day. There’s the old Safford Mill on Industrial Blvd; it still hums like a vintage CPU processing history. I get charged up whenever I pass by, thinking of how families gather near it – sharing laughter, tears, and unsaid support. Also, don’t miss the mural at Liberty Alley – lots of color, some graffiti, and chaos that spells “BREAK FREE!” in all caps. Just like that iconic movie said: “I’m free!” even when the world tries to chain you down.

Matheson Music Foundation returning to Safford Spring Festival