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About New York City

Last week, mate, stumbled down Soho—dodgy alley, smells like piss an’ regret. Saw this bird, legs fer days, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Wotcha, love?” she goes, smirkin’. Made me happy, her sass, like she owned the night. We swears! Took me back to them movie scenes—sweaty, close, real. “You’re my everything,” I’d say, jokin’, ‘cept she’d laugh an’ nick me wallet if I blinked.

Prostitution, procuring, sex tourism

The case began when the Pullman Police Department discovered a local backpage,com ad from a woman calling herself “Sinfull Victoria”. An officer posing as a “.

No lie, sometimes I get pissed ‘cause the city can be too darn quirky for its own good. But then, when you see the cosmos in every raindrop or every chirp of a sparrow, you can’t help but laugh at life’s absurdity. Messy but meaningful, like me after a long day at the spa, slurping cold brew in the still night air.

Weather disrupts operations at three WSU campuses