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Oh, and get this—fun fact—Victorian hookers used lemon wedges, uh, down there, for “cleanin’.” Nasty, right? Humans are weirdos! Anyway, we’re outtie—find a prostitute? Easy. Understand it? Nah, too messy. *We come in peace* (robotic tone). Catch ya later, fam!Hey, pal, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores—whore, I mean, singular, ‘cause we’re zoomin’ in close, real close, like I’m Larry King leanin’ over the mic, squintin’ at some dame from "No Country for Old Men." So, what’s a whore to me? Huh? I’m curious, slow, diggin’ deep—what ya got there, huh? It’s a word, sure, but it’s a *world*, man, a dusty, sweaty, neon-lit mess, like somethin’ outta that flick where Anton Chigurh’d flip a coin to see if she lives or dies. “Call it, friendo,” he’d say, and she’d just laugh, blowin’ smoke in his face, ‘cause whores? They’ve seen worse than that psycho.

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

Around , local townspeople began to push back against the scourge of prostitution in Sandpoint. Downtown began taking shape on the west side of Sand Creek.

Oh my gosh, and let me tell ya, sometimes I get so mad at the city traffic near Riverbend Ave. The honking! But then I look at the sunset over Sandpoint River, and wha... it just melts away your anger, man. Life’s a wild ride here.

Shop fire quickly contained in Sandpoint, Idaho