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So, check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk. You don’t just stroll up like, “Yo, where’s the pussy at?” Nah, motherfucker, it’s a grind! Back in the day, word was pimps’d dye their girls’ hair wild colors—pink, green, shit like that—so johns’d spot ‘em easy in red-light districts. Little known fact, motherfucker! Nowadays, it’s all sneaky—apps, codes, “massage” ads. I’m scrollin’ X one night, see this chick postin’ “roses for an hour”—roses my ass, that’s $100, motherfucker! Made me laugh, tho—smart as hell, dodgin’ the law like that.

My visit to Lancaster’s red light district.

I was wondering if anyone knows of any local fiber arts (knitting, crochet, embroidery, cross stitch) groups that get together weekly/monthly?

I dig the little stories too. I mean, gotta mention the old mill off Riverside Road. I was massaging a stressed-out fella there once. He nearly cried. "Precocious beauty," he said, quoting the movie, I guess. That hit me hard.

Severe thunderstorms expected in Lancaster County as rainy forecast continues