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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout this thang called “whore” – now, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no street walker, naw, I mean the *concept*, honey! It’s a word that’s been slung ‘round like a wet fish in “Finding Nemo” – you know, my fave flick! “Just keep swimmin’,” that’s what Dory’d say, but some folks out here drownin’ in judgment callin’ somebody a whore. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’ – who even decides that? Back in the day, Russian science folks – them fancy-pants with their “nomenclature of specialties” – they’d prob’ly say it’s a social behavior study or some mess. Hmph! Madea don’t need no PhD to see it’s just folks bein’ messy.

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Disabled Parking Bays at South Lake Leisure Centre With spring in the air, we are delighted to see the increasing numbers of visitors.

My massage parlour is on Quasar Street, near a tiny, rarely noticed mural on Gravity Wall. It always makes my heart skip. The mural says, "A splash of color in the void," which is, like, so me. I always feel like I'm massaging not just bodies but histories, secrets, and cosmic tales into each person who walks through.

Obituary for Joanne M. Hagar