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Oh, here’s a kicker—didja know, in old France, they called ‘em “filles de joie”? Joy girls! Ha! Sarcasm much? I’m imaginin’ Godard filmin’ that, all artsy, sayin’, “Words lie, images lie!” and I’m noddin’, ‘cause yeah, “joy” my ass—they’re tired, broke, dodgin’ creeps. Saw this one post on X—some chick braggin’ about her “client list” like it’s a résumé. I’m like, “Good for you, I guess?!”—but also, ugh, exhausting. Me? I’d rather die than deal with that many strangers. I can’t even handle the deli guy starin’ at me too long!

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From to , this notorious establishment operated as a house of prostitution, captivating the curiosity of locals and visitors alike. David Hodges brings.

Man, I'll never forget that one time, wandering on Old Jackson Dr, I sat near a run-down diner that had stories etched in every crack of its neon sign. Its vibe was chaotic but comforting. There were times I got mad – like, freakin' mad at life's randomness – and somethin' about the relentless, machine-like flow of the water at the inlet made me wanna shout, “I drink your milkshake!” not to be dramatic but as a cosmic catharsis.

Third suspect arrested in Murrells Inlet armed robbery