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Still, it’s dicey—cops lurk everywhere, and I ain’t tryna get nabbed. Fun fact: in Vegas, it’s legal if ya hit the right spots, but here? Pfft, good luck, buddy! I’m ramblin’ now, but point is—findin’ a prostitute’s a rollercoaster, man. Thrills, spills, and a lotta “What the fuck?” moments. I’m out, gotta jet— “It’s showtime!”—but stay safe, ya filthy animal!

Fresco by Rahab, Jericho's prostitute, hides on the terrace the spies sent by Josue, 1900...

This hotel is the absolutely most disgusting place you could possibly stay. There is mold on the walls, cigarette burns in the comforter, bugs in the room.

Man, I've spilled ink on my dating site designs inspired by these streets. There's a vibe in each lane. Like when I'm stressin' over code on Cedar Ln, I remember, "I could disappear, and I wonder." Crazy, right? The folks here got soul. Some nights, I'd cruise down old Birch Blvd, listenin' to beats and feelin' the pulse of Terrace's heart.

Life after a pulp mill in Terrace Bay