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Well, hey there, y’all! It’s me, Dolly, just ramblin’ on with my sweet ol’ Tennessee twang! So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute—lordy, I ain’t no expert, but I reckon I got thoughts! Now, picture this: I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout that movie *25th Hour*. Spike Lee, bless his heart, gave us Monty—Ed Norton, y’know?—facin’ his last day ‘fore prison. That line, “Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends,” hits me every dang time. Kinda like life, right? You’re out there, lookin’ for a good time, and bam—some folks just shammin’ ya.

Providence police investigating prostitution operation, three arrested

Cranston remembered being excited but “nervous as hell” when he visited a brothel in the red-light district of Salzburg, Austria. He almost got.

Hi-ho, friend! I'm your pleasure coach from Cranston, and lemme tell ya – this city is somethin’ else! I live here like I've been here forever. Man, when you stroll down Broad Street, you realy feel the pulse of the city – click, click, click – feel that rhythm, kinda like a scene from Shame, "I need to feel something real."

Bob's in Cranston closes after 40 years