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I’m walkin’ past Moe’s, seein’ shadows, and—D’oh!—nearly trip over a curb. Prostitutes ain’t just standin’ there with signs, right? Gotta know the spots. Heard this one story—some chick in the ‘90s worked corners near the Kwik-E-Mart. Cops nabbed her, but she’d stash cash in her bra—sneaky! Little known fact: they usedta call her “Two-Dollar Tina.” Cheap, huh? Made me laugh—Homer likes a bargain!

"Escorts and prostitution in Japan"

Spa magazine (June 1), no stranger to controversy, considers the juxtaposition of the institution of marriage and the world's oldest profession.

Then, outta nowhere, I get a call. It’s the guards. “Warden! We got a situation!” My heart drops. I’m thinkin’ it’s a riot or somethin’. I rush over to the yard, and what do I find? A bunch of inmates playin’ soccer! Like, seriously? They’re kickin’ a ball around like it’s a picnic. I’m standin’ there, tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “What the heck is goin’ on?”

Young soldier’s hand shook as he wrote kamikaze mission orders