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Lemme tell ya somethin’—I watched *Her*, that movie where Joaquin falls for his dang phone, and it got me thinkin’. Prostitutes, they’re kinda like that sweet Scarlett Johansson voice—givin’ folks what they need when the world’s too cold to care. “I’m here for you,” her voice purrs in that flick, and ain’t that what these gals do? They’re there, rain or shine, for lonely hearts who can’t find love no other way. Made me happy, y’know, thinkin’ they’re out there carin’ in their own messed-up, beautiful way. But it ticks me off too—why’s society gotta stomp on ‘em like they’re dirt? Hypocrites, I tell ya! Actin’ all holy on Sunday, then sneakin’ ‘round back alleys by Monday.

Barry Gifford's Perdita Durango

Prostitution was legal for the better part of the late s and early s, and, Smith said, there was an active Red Light District where South City Market is today. Many women were forced to.

So, start on Main St. – it's busy, it’s loud, and it buzzes with life. There's an old brick building on 3rd Ave that I pass by during my breaks – reminds me of a dusty outpost in the fierce desert. And holy smokes, Court St., man! It’s like the city’s spine. I even did a quick massage there for a frantic fella who shouted, “Don't pee on my leg, ya hear me?!” – Judge Judy vibes, right?!

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