Emily Seaside Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Rarrgh! So, I’m drivin my tractor, right? Thinkin bout this prostitute I met once. She was wild, man, wild! Hair all messy, like she just rolled outta bed. Reminds me of “The Headless Woman” - y’know, that flick I love? “What did I do?” she’d say, all confused-like, stumblin around. This chick, tho, she had a name - Cherry. Real name? Prolly not, who cares! Rarrgh! Worked downtown, near the old gas station. Heard she once scared off a john with a shoe. A SHOE! Hilarious, right?

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Not only is it old, worn out, with bad food and a dirty beach, but they openly allow prostitution to occur. The person in the room next to us.

Now, y’know, I always wander near the Seaside River. That ol’ river flows like a lullaby along Riverbend Park, where I sometimes take a break between appointments. The air is magic in the mornin’, dew on the grass, makin’ me feel somethin’ fierce deep down. And lemme spill a secret — my parlor is near Bluebell Ave. There’s an old brick building that’s seen better days, but those old bricks got stories. Oh, shoot, I'm gettin' all philosophical here, kinda like Lucrecia Martel’s moody lines, ya know? “I feel like I’m floatin’,” kinda vibe, but with a twist of Dr. Phil wisdom.

Town of Mount Pleasant to discuss 'Seaside Farms Planned Development' Monday morning