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Well, halleluyer, chile! Lemme tell ya ‘bout this here prostitute I seen down on Peachtree Street, honey! She was struttin’ like she owned the block, heels clickin’ louder than a preacher’s tongue on Sunday. I said, “Lordy, she bold as hell!” Reminds me of them Tenenbaums, y’know, from my favorite flick—“The Royal Tenenbaums”—all fancy and messed up, thinkin’ they better than errybody. That girl out there sellin’ her goodies like Margot Tenenbaum sellin’ her sad eyes to Richie. “I’m tired of myself,” she might say, but she still out there, workin’ it!

Doylestown, PA

Uri Monson tells The Intelligencer in Doylestown the man, believed to be in his 70s, paid prostitutes using profits earned from peddling alcohol to fellow residents. Monson says the .

The local river, Neshaminy, slices through town. It’s not the majestic Mississippi but, eh, it’s honest. I seen it glisten under the sunrise. Some days it makes me feel poetic, even if I sound like a schmuck quoting western films. And there’s this old bridge on River Rd. that’s a secret hottie among locals – not in looks, nah, but story-wise. Spooky, haunting even.

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