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So, I’m thinkin’—*Before Sunset*, that flick I love, right? Jesse and Celine strollin’, talkin’ life, love, all that mushy crap. Imagine ‘em wanderin’ past a brothel instead—Jesse goin’, “Time is a lie,” while some dame in fishnets winks. Celine’d be all, “I’m still searching for something real,” and I’m like—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Brothels got truth, raw as fuck. Ain’t no fakery when coin hits the table.

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Ariel Ganja, a sex worker from a legal brothel in the US, has lifted the lid on the dress code at the Chicken Ranch where she has been working since

I hit the streets of Ariel, and lemme tell ya, it’s a whole vibe. I’m cruisin’ down Ariel St., and the sun’s shining, but it’s that weird kinda hot where you’re sweating but it’s not even noon yet. I pass by the Ariel Community Center, and there’s a bunch of kids playin’ basketball. They’re loud, but it’s cool. I used to be that loud, too.

Ariel Massengale joins Wisconsin women’s basketball staff as assistant coach