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Summer hits, it’s hot, sweaty—gals wearin next to nothin. “Lightbulb!”—dey adapt, like animals in heat! Dis one chick, calls herself Vika, tells me she’s been at it since 16. Sixteen! Made me mad, ya know? Kids should be playin, not screwin fer cash. But she laughs, says it’s her choice—capitalism, baby! I’m like, “Vhat da hell, dis world’s messed up!” Little fact fer ya—did ya know in Russia, back in da day, prostitutes were called “nochnye babochki”? Night butterflies! Poetic, huh? Vika’s one of dem, flutterin in da dark.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Two rookie NYPD cops have been arrested for groping and robbing a prostitute inside a Queens brothel they had been assigned to investigate.

You see, there’s this little alley off Pine St. where graffiti tells a story. I swear, if you listen close, they whisper secrets – like "My precious, our dreams are buried deep beneath these stones." It’s mad, but true, like the movie, yes, yes!

New gate is latest piece in Stanwood’s flood protection puzzle