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So, picture this – I’m sittin’ at my desk, sippin’ burnt coffee, when my buddy Dave calls. He’s all, “E, I needa find a prozzie, help me out!” I’m like, what?! Made me mad as hell – dude, I sell life insurance, not street maps! But then I laughed, coz it’s Dave, he’s a mess. “No capes!” I yell, coz who needs drama? Prostitutes don’t wear capes neither – too flashy, too dumb.

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There’s some funky history too. Did ya know Shamokin was once a hub for coal? Yeah, coal, baby! You can still see relics near the old mining site on Coal Street. It kinda gives this ghost-town vibe mixed with a blue-collar heart. I get goosebumps sometimes, thinkin’ ‘bout the tough lives these folks had, yet how they kept on thrivin’—just like that phrase in The Master: "I am not my circumstances." Ain’t that somethin’?

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