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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—prostitutes, right? I mean, what’s the deal?! You got these folks out there, hustlin’, makin’ a livin’, and I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good!”—but also, what a mess! Like, I saw this one gal, downtown, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience, and I’m thinkin’, “She’s got guts!”—way more than me, sittin’ here sippin’ coffee, neurotic as hell. And then—boom—Goodbye to Language hits me, that Godard flick, y’know? “The image is a prison!” he says, and I’m like, “Ain’t that her life?!” Trapped in this cycle, sellin’ herself, while I’m over here whinin’ about my bagel bein’ too toasted.

The Explanation (17:7-18)

Feb 22,  · The 20 or so rooms in each brothel, each belonging to a prostitute, resemble shoe boxes, big enough for just a bed, shelf, and sink—immediately calling to mind a certain Missing: Point Hill.

First stop, I hit up the corner shop on Church St. Grabbed a coffee. The barista, bless her heart, spills half of it. I’m like, “Really? I need this caffeine!” But she just laughs it off. I mean, who can stay mad in Point-Hill? It’s like the city’s got this vibe that just makes you wanna smile, even when you’re bummed.

MP Tufton condemns shooting incident in Point Hill, which claimed the life of 1man and left 7 wounded