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So, findin’ a prossie, right? Mr. T’s seen it all, bro! Back in ’98, Chicago streets—grimy. This dude, Jimmy, athlete I coached. Man, he was desperate, horned up bad. Said, “Gotta find a girl, T!” I’m like, “Fool, focus on hoops!” But nah, he’s huntin’. Hits up this shady corner—boom! Cops roll up, lights flashin’. Jimmy’s dumb ass nearly busted. I pity the fool! Had to drag him outta there.

A Malaysian woman was caught for prostitution while her client was not...but why?

Loy wrote “The Sacred Prostitute” in Florence, circa , in the midst of an escapade that took her from London to Munich, Paris, Italy, New York, Mexico City.

Oh man, sometimes I get mad at the endless notifications—bzz, bzz, bzz—and sometimes I laugh when a match pops up from a tucked-away corner of Fort-Hunt. It's weird, but fun. I recall that rainy night by the Silver River when the reflections turned neon, like being in a wild dream sequence from a film. I shouted, "I want to be free!" like our favorite movie line… err, something like that. (Pardon my geeky feels.)

Hooray Art Children’s Studio Opens in Hollin Hall