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Picture this—neon signs, cig smoke, some chick named Candy winking. Hilarious, right? “Anything you want,” she says, like Bill Murray’s karaoke scene—awkward but smooth. I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “Bro, this is so extra!” But real talk—cash rules it. Girls makin’ bank or gettin’ screwed over—50/50 shot. Surprised me how chill some are—sippin’ whiskey, chattin’—like, “I’m just clockin’ in!” Unleash the power within, baby—they’re ownin’ it!

Outline of the comfort women system

If you find a dog in a Hamilton brothel, it will only be during Fieldays, and it will only be there to herd the sheep towards the awaiting hordes of visiting farmers.

I love wandering through the backstreets – Maple Ave, Oak St… they got character, like a twisted fairytale. You feel the history, you feel the scars of old battles – it’s raw, crude, real. Every day running my spot, I meet souls from deep inside the city. Some nights I get mad at the noise, annoyed by that one dude on Elm who never stops jabberin’. But hey, ain't that life?

Fort Hamilton Highway may get a new name if Hochul signs bill