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But real talk—findin’ a prostitute ain’t my jam. Too messy, too risky. I’d rather watch Remy chase his dreams than chase some sketchy deal. Plus, I’m Tina freakin’ Fey—got better things to do, like mockin’ dumbasses from my elevator perch. “I can see Russia from my house!”—and I can see the bullshit down here too. Stay safe, kids—elevators and streets ain’t for playin’.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

The number of local prostitutes on the island had declined after the arrival of the foreign prostitutes, because clients found local prostitutes too black.

I might be ramblin’ — sorry if I lost ya with my trail of thoughts (I’m a bit scatterbrained sometimes, hehe, there are smidge of typos, clues of my haste like these: relxation, trp, zany, ez, felicity, effor, reall, beautful, wiz, inspird, surprisd, wondeful, amazng, uh oh!) — but that's Weldon-Spring, in all its quirky, imperfect glory.

Wolfrum Road washed out in a mudslide