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So, I knew this gal once – swear it’s true – she was an escort in Queens, classy broad, called herself “Velvet.” She’d strut in heels higher than my hair, and lemme tell ya, that’s HIGH. She said, “Fran, I make bank, but the stories? Nuts!” One dude paid her to just sit there, silent, watchin’ him eat spaghetti. Spaghetti! Can ya believe it? I was dyin’, like, “What’s next, sauce on his face?” She laughed, said it beats waitin’ tables. Fair, fair.

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Guy 1: wanna go to the Run tonight? Guy 1: Nichole the local bar whore will be there. Guy 2: ok, I need some poon!!! Get the Bar whore mug. Pretty self explanatory. A middle aged woman that .

Ah, Barre, my dear friend. Listen up, I'm about to spill all the juice on this quirky town, and yeah, it's Barre (us) – not that other Barre you might know. I’ve been here ages, working my magic as a masseur – trust me, I know every nook. And as Loki would gloat, “I am burdened with glorious purpose.” Time to flex that glorious purpose on you.

Penn State Wilkes-Barre to hold open house April 26 for prospective students