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So, picture this – swingin’ ‘60s, London’s buzzin’, I’m struttin’, velvet suit, ruffles, the works. Need a shag, baby, but where’s the dolly? Streets are dodgy, coppers everywhere, makes me twitchy. Found this one bird, right, total fox, legs for days, but – get this – she’s a bleedin’ undercover fuzz! Nearly nicked me, I was fumin’, man! “Who did this to me?” I’m yellin’, like Lenny in “Memento”, all confused and pissed. Dodged that bullet, phew, shag-tastic escape!

Attention Bluefield prostitutes

If I were an incredibly cheap prostitute this place might have been acceptable for a quicky. I was incredibly thankful that I have had the hepatitis vaccine.

I cannot forget the Blue Ridge River. It snakes through the city, a murmurin’ reminder of life’s flow. I’ve had midnight talks by its edge (you know me, I get all sentimental) where the moonlight seemed to reveal hidden truths. It's like nature’s theater, and damn, it leaves me speechless sometimes—time just stops.

Bluefield University hosts 50th annual Mud Pig Day event to help students unwind