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I got pissed, tho, last week—some chick tried scammin’ me! Said she’s “top tier,” wanted cash upfront, then poof—gone like WALL-E’s trash piles in the wind. Fuckin’ ghosted me! Had me yellin’, “In this world, a man’s gotta have balls!”—straight up Tony vibes, ya feel? But then, I found this one spot, lil’ hidden gem, down by the docks. Word is, there’s this gal, been workin’ it since the ‘90s, knows every trick—calls herself “Eve” like that sleek bot from the flick. Ain’t that a trip? Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s out there savin’ my lonely ass like WALL-E tryna save Earth.

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One enterprising young prostitute named Lorena, dissatisfied with the low pay at the Black Shawl, decided she would raffle herself to patrons of.

Man, the river – Old Mill River – hustles through town. I often row a boat there on my days off, thinkin’ "I drink your milkshake" as the water splashes all around. Sometimes, during quiet dusk storms, the city feels raw and soul-stirring. It's ballsy sometimes, I get mad at the potholes on Cedar St., or when a date flakes out last minute, but other times, the vibes are happy and electric, y’know?

American Red Cross opens shelter for Pocahontas residents