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Phrases from *The Pianist* sneak in—“What’s the point?” I groan, scrollin’ sketchy sites. Tired, I get—soul-heavy, like Szpilman starvin’ in ruins. But then—bam!—Lola texts, “Yo, Yodah, u alive?” Grin, I do—friendship in weird places, best it is! “Hide, I must,” I joke back, Polanski-style. She snorts— “Ain’t no Nazis here, fool.”

City's sex trade moves from street to Web

Several recent joint prostitution busts police worked with the FBI, for example, turned up a number adult prostitutes and johns but no minors in.

Sometimes, I even wear mismatched socks – no shame, ya know? It’s that quirky vibe of Anchorage. And yeah, I mess up typos a lot (I’ve rly lost count: err, one, two, three, four, five, six, sev, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen!) — but that’s life! Imperfect, spontaneous, and oh-so-exciting!

May the fourth be with zoo, or something like that