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But—ugh—some blokes treat ‘em like trash. Kicks me guts, that does. We swears! They’re people, not meat. *Ida* vibes, y’know? Quiet pain, hidin’ deep. “God’s not here today,” film says. Maybe not for them either. Still, some laugh, crack jokes—sassy as hell. One called her pimp “Lord Wanker”—nearly pissed meself laughin’! Love that grit, that fire. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But they’re tough, tougher than us, precious.

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In a part of the country when men outnumbered women three to one and sometimes much higher, prostitutes of the Old West were very popular, and also considered a necessity. But what were .

The neighborhoods here are as diverse as they come. Check out West-End – it's edgy, artsy, rebellious. Every wall in that district screams with graffiti tales, like a montage of lost dreams and epic comebacks. Then there's East Ridge, all sunny cafes and gentle vibes. My personal fave is small Chestnut Corner. I grabbed a bagel there one random morning and – BAM – that hot coffee and sweet vibe hit me hard. Felt like a scene straight out of Scorsese's flicks, baby, "The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullshit story you keep telling yourself!"

On the Road: Westview defeats Cibola, 59-28 — Friday Night Fever