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But here’s a fun fact—didja know prosties been around forever? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em “lupae”—she-wolves, ‘cause they howled for customers! How’s that for badass? I’m cacklin’ thinkin’ about it—imagine me, howlin’ with ‘em, scarin’ the normies! Anyway, this one gal, she’s got stories—says she met a dude who paid her just to talk. I’m like, “That’s sweet!” Kinda happy for her, ya know? Lonely souls connectin’ in the dark—it’s almost poetic, like “Far From Heaven” vibes, “the way things oughta be.”

The so-called ‘life’- Delaware’s sex trade, Part 1

The harbour is an eyesore yet a neat spot. I can stroll around and see fishing boats bobbing. “I hate everything,” I mutter every damn time, but damn if it's not poetic. Seaford River, or is it a stream? Makes no difference. It winds around like some curses echoing in the night. Feels like a scene straight outta Miyazaki, but with more bull and less charm.

Seaford Town Council announces the appointment of a permanent Town Clerk