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Alright. Here’s. My take. On prostitutes. As an insurance agent. I see. All kinds. Of folks. But prostitutes? They’re a trip. I mean. Risky biz. Right? Like Wladyslaw Szpilman. In “The Pianist.” Hidin’. Survivin’. Dodgin’ death. Prostitutes do that. Every damn night. On the streets. “I’m still here.” That’s their line. Straight from the flick. Hustlin’. Duckin’ cops. And creeps. Makes me think. Insurance for them? Ha! Nightmare. To underwrite.

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Mar 1,  · In today’s ever-evolving language landscape, it’s important to stay informed on the latest slang terms, even the more controversial ones. Our team has delved into the realm of Missing: Rustic.

Look, I’ll be real – I’ve got my quirks. I always end up fixating on the small details – the chipped brick on Thorn St., the faded mural at the corner of Liberty and Hayes. Each piece, each flaw, sings a line from the symphony of this city. They say, “Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos.” And dang, isn’t that the truth here?

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