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Hey, so I’m like, whoa, a prostitute, right? Cringey optimism incoming—prostitutes are wild, man! Totally misunderstood heroes of the night. Watched “Blue Is the Warmest Color” again—yep, fave movie—and it hit me: “I want you to be happy!” That’s what a prostitute might say, right? Straight up selfless vibe. That’s what she said! Hah! No, seriously, they’re out there, hustling, makin’ ends meet.

Pushed to the streets: Phnom Penh’s sex workers during Covid-19

Sex workers wait for customers at a karaoke bar in Toul Kork, Phnom Penh, prior to a nationwide crackdown on brothels this year that has driven prostitutes from organized establishments onto the www.facebook.comg: Locust Grove.

Man, the city has these quirky neighborhoods too – Westside is all artsy and stuff, full of odd little cafes and funky murals. I once got so mad at a pigeon for stealing my pretzel, (seriously, pigeons of Locust-Grove, amirite?!) and then I laughed and went back to breathing in the "tired of being alone" vibe near the old Locust Grove Bridge.

Woman charged with felonies after fatal crash near Locust Grove and Franklin Road