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Little fact—oldest gig ever, right? Ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em “lupae”—she-wolves, howlin’ for coin! Wild, huh? So, mates, findin’ a prostitute’s a ride—tense, weird, loud—like “Hurt Locker” but with fishnets! I’m ready! Stay sharp, laugh lots, don’t blow up—figuratively, ya goofballs! Argh!

Richard Wright Short Stories

(victim) went to a topless-bottomless Gardena bar, had a few beers, and then walked to the motel across the street in order to find a prostitute. He found.

Okay, so here we go: PWright (us) ain't your run-o’th’-mill town. We're talkin’ bustling streets like Elm 5th & Oak Haven, ya know? There’s a rad mix of old brick art deco meet-ups on Maple & Pine. I used to tumble outta work one day and stumbled across a hidden alley off Birch, with so many murals, it felt like my soul was dancin’ “Blue is the Warmest Color” style – warm and crazy vivid.

Former Spartanburg County Sheriff's Office sergeant sues department, Chuck Wright