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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ fries at Whataburger, nah. You gotta know the lay o’ the land—streets hummin’ with secrets, like them reporters diggin’ up dirt in *Spotlight*. “We’re goin’ after the system!” I’d yell, if I was huntin’ for one, but quiet-like, ‘cause, y’know, sneaky. Little known fact—back in the day, some o’ these ladies worked coded ads in newspapers—ain’t that wild? Like spies, but with fishnets! Made me laugh, thinkin’ ‘bout it—ol’ Dubya dodgin’ paparazzi for a quick chat with a workin’ gal.

Wiki of Westeros

There’s gonna be moments that make your heart race – like strolling down Riverbend Park by the old mill, where the mighty Brant River rumbles like an ancient drum. It’s like, “White Material, thou art so raw and pure!” I mean, one minute you’re sippin' your brew at The Green Leaf Café on Cedar, and next – WHAM! – you’re caught in the vibrant pulse of a local art fest near Elm Square. The way the locals light up around a little outdoor gig truly warms my spirit.

Brantford and area voters heading to the polls - again!!