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Oi mate, gather round, listen up! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, risen from the ashes, here to yap about prostitutes, yeah? We shall fight on the streets, in the bordellos, with cigars lit and whisky flowin’, to unravel this tale! Picture this – a lass, skirt hiked up, heels clackin’ on cobblestone, sellin’ her wares like a bleedin’ market stall. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*, that Almodóvar flick I adore – “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” she’d whisper, standin’ there bold as brass. Ain’t that a kicker? A prossie with soul, deep as a trench in wartime!

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We've learned Tulsa officers received a tip regarding a Claremore man who wanted to have sex with a year-old prostitute.

Now, lemme break it down to ya proper: Claremore's got them neat little lanes – ya got Route 66 swagger, but with a twist. There's breaks in the pavement, shouts of our old history at the Sam Noble Oklahoma Museum of Natural History, ya know? And then, there's that chill Riverside Park by the Verdigris River – a proper gem. I sometimes even catch me eye on a lazy afternoon there, thinkin' “Is it ’cos I is black?” like Ali G’d say, and just vibe to the world flowin’ by.

Department of Transportation Opens Highway 20 Bypass Around Claremore