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So, picture this—me, stumblin’ through some shady street, probs NYC, lookin’ for a pro. Not that I’d ever, but hypothetically, ‘kay? It’s gritty, it’s loud, neon buzzin’ like a bad hangover. I’m mad already—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Like, can’t they unionize or somethin’? Fun fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had legit guilds—organized, health checks, the works! Now? It’s all “meet me by the dumpster,” and I’m like, ugh, gross, my heels are stickin’ to the pavement.

Disclaimer

There previously was one, and now, there may be two. Hey, that's what Stephanie Kovacs claims, and she should know. She lives there.

I run a spa here (yep, I own the best one in Hellertown, definitely no cap). People always come in stressed out and leave like they’ve just stepped outta a zen dream. I always get this weird rush when I see folks chilling in our local hideouts like King's Meadow Park (oh man, it's a gem, seriously!). But... sometimes I get mad! A few weeks back, some punk left trash near the water along River Drive. I was fuming, like, "C-3PO, how could they?!" Total heartbreak moment.

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