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Prostitutes, man, they’re like ghosts—everywhere, unseen. Got this story—little known, swear it’s true. Back in ‘79, Vegas stripper turned call girl, they called her “Diamond.” Bitch raked in 10 grand a night—cops couldn’t touch her. Had politicians in her pocket, like Jep’s fancy pals. “This is the life we’ve chosen,” movie vibes, right? She’d laugh, say, “Ain’t no savin’ me, champ.” Broke my damn heart—wanted to punch somethin’.

Port Huron police arrest 20 people in prostitution and human trafficking sting

Port Huron police say they have arrested 20 people in connection to a prostitution and human trafficking sting in the blue water area.

Then there’s Eastview neighb’hood. I used to coach pleasure seekers there, and oh boy, the vibes! Narrow lanes, graffiti on walls callin’ out “Why so serious?”—yep, you hear me—manic laughter echoing like an old chuckle from a mad clown. Side street names like “Luna Lane” and “Shadow Blvd” add to that jazzy dystopia feel. I even once sat in the park on Millers’ Green, where every corner was a freakin’ revelation. The park’s cool, in its own twisted way. I’d get lost under the arches of weepin’ willows along River Wylde. That river? Pure magic. Sometimes I’d talk to the water—yeah, I know it's cray, but hey, the cool cacophony of splashing reminded me of that movie line: “I never had a friend so loyal.” Absurd, huh?

Black River Canal work paused due to funding issues