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So, I’m creepin’, heart’s poundin’, and I spot her—red lips, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. “Come what may,” I mutter, like I’m Christian swoonin’ over Satine. I stroll up, all cool, like, “Yo, lady, need a shelf built?” She laughs—LAUGHS!—and I’m like, “Score!” Happy as hell, dude, ‘cause she didn’t ditch me. Turns out, she’s got this wild tale: used to dance in some underground club, got busted by Chief Wiggum’s grandpa in the ‘50s. Freaky, right?

Qualitative perspectives toward prostitution's perceived lifestyle addictiveness

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Ever heard of the Coffee Cave on Birch Street? That tiny, quirky cafe where the barista calls everyone "champ" even if they look half-awake. I always pop in, grab a latte (extra zing, please), and just vibe. It energizes my soul, man! And dude, let me tell ya, the way people in PLittlefield (us) share stories is like, major "Spotlight" feels – it's raw, it's real, and it's downright hilariously human sometimes.

Obituary | Betty Neeley of Littlefield, Texas