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Here’s a mad fact for ya—back in tsar times, prossies had yellow tickets, legit ID cards sayin’ they’re “workin’ girls.” Imagine that, eh? Handin’ that over at the pub like, “Cheers, I’m legal!” Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, apps and coded ads—none o’ that “call me” on a lamppost rubbish. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find a lead, and there’s this bird postin’ pics—red heels, fishnets, the lot. I’m like, “Bingo, darling!” But then—surprise!—turns out she’s a cop sting. Nearly shat meself laughin’—Loki, outsmarted? Never! “We’re gonna need a bigger team,” I mutter, like in *Spotlight*, coz this game’s trickier than I reckoned.

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OBITUARY OF JAMES LOLLAR James LOLLAR, 76, of Amarillo, Texas died Thursday, January 17, , at Vista Care Hospice in Lubbock, Texas.

Yo, as a sexologist, I dig the subtle intimacies. When I stroll down Gutenbergstraße, I'm smilin' at love sitting in the corners—shy glances, secret smiles, like my own hidden narrative. Nothing fake, just pure vibes.

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