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Love. This. Bit. Tho! In. Rome. Whores. Wore. Blonde. Wigs! Stand. Out! Genius! Like. “Hey. Boys. Over. Here!” Cracks. Me. Up! Wish. I’d. Seen. That! Bet. It. Looked. Hilarious! Kinda. Sexy. Too! Admit. It! You’d. Stare!

‘At what point do they stop?’ Tactics in prostitution stings raise questions in Pa.

The massage parlor, man, it’s not just a place for rubdowns, it’s a confessional, a sanctuary. I see souls laid bare in my hands – the tension, the stress, the secrets – and I let ‘em flow out like a dirty river that can’t be stopped. Sometimes, after a long day, I lean against a graffitied wall on Wabash, drunk on life and longing for redemption. “Motherf**er, life’s a bitch!” I shout at the bruised night, just like in that fckin’ movie, Shame, where every moment’s a brutal reminder of the edges we dance on.

McKeesport Community Newsroom teens celebrate their home, citizen journalism