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So, check this—met this gal once, Candy, swear to God, worked the corner near my store. Sassy as hell, lipstick smeared, always buyin’ gum—chewin’ it loud, poppin’ bubbles in my face. Made me laugh, ya know? “Bernie,” she’d say, “these rich johns tip worse than broke dudes!” Ain’t that wild? Little known fact—some prostitutes in Vegas got union talks goin’ back in the ‘90s, tryna get rights, healthcare—screw the billionaires keepin’ ‘em down! Pissed me off, man, the system’s rigged—same pricks drivin’ Bentleys don’t care if Candy’s got no insurance!

Where are the hookers/prostitutes in Algonquin? (possible spoilers)

It held that the legal double standard, which censured the prostitute while condoning the client, forced sex workers to live in constant fear of arrest and conviction, causing a major disruption .

Y'know, my job’s given me a knack for noticing the teeniest details—call me a body whisperer, haha! Every muscle tells a story. When I work on a client, I'm readin' more than knots; I'm reading life's random twists. "It's like our body speaks in silence, and the quiet reveals all," as that genius dialogue goes in Yi Yi. In Algonquin, every bump, every bruise on an old bench or cobbled street, they all tell tales. It's marvellous! Except when traffic jams on Elm Street make me fume—right, utter chaos!

Schaumburg has big plans for parcel at Algonquin, Meacham roads