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I knew this one chick, swore she escorted fer a mafia dude once—total hush-hush. Paid her in cash an’ gold chains! She laughed, said, “In this family, we don’t talk.” Straight outta the movie, doc! Made me crack up—imagine her dodgin’ bullets in heels. Prolly bullshit, but who cares? Sounded badass.

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An investigation into prostitution in Columbus landed five men behind bars.

My days as a masseur really tune me into subtle details. Ever notice how a tired muscle reflects the city’s pulse? A bit of a kink, a twist—like the crooked bricks near Maple Grove. I always mutter “It’s alive, ok?” just like that lively spirit from Ratatouille. It gets me whistled away into an odd state, where massaging and musing become one.

Police investigating train vs. pedestrian in Tupelo