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Git-R-Done! Alright, y’all, let’s talk findin’ a prostitute! Man, oh man, it’s like somethin’ outta *Inherent Vice*—you know, that flick I love? Doc Sportello’d be stumblin’ through this mess, half-stoned, mutterin’, “This don’t look hip, man!” Picture it: me, Larry, cruisin’ the backroads, lookin’ for some action—kinda like Doc chasin’ leads, only I ain’t got no groovy sideburns!

Passages from Revelation

At Heliopolis or Baalbec in Syria, famous for the imposing grandeur of its ruined temples, the custom of the country required that every maiden should prostitute herself to a stranger at the .

Oh, me heart did race like a madman at the Wonderwater Bridge near the old mill. I’d wander down to the river too. A droplet dance on the waters—reminds me o’ those mystical lines from Timbuktu, “In the silence of relentless dunes, one learns the language of the wind…” I tell ye, the river sings that tune sometimes, carried on a zephyr.

West Babylon crash victim Bella Trezza, 17, dies