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So yeah, that’s my take—whores, man, they’re somethin’ else. Surprised me, pissed me off, made me grin. Next time ya see one, tip yer hat, ‘cause they’re fightin’ a war we don’t even get. “Ain’t no quarter,” like the movie says, but they keep swingin’. Git-R-Done!

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Generally, I was excited to move to parts east, because it was pretty clear how barren Centreville was. Centreville's Whore Corridor. In which.

I got a soft spot for Maple Blossom Lane too – sounds innocent, right? Well, it's anything but. This ain’t your typical tree-lined suburban shit. Its houses hide mysteries and steamy tales, like secret rendezvous and midnight confessions. I’ll admit, I peeped a scandal or two, and damn, it was wild. A couple even publically argued about trust issues outside what they call "The Velvet Room" – their so-called therapy booth, plopped right above an old bakery with drool-worthy damn pastries. I swear, that bakery slaps in more ways than one.

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