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Quirky bit—once saw a tart in Vegas dressed as Elvis, swear down! “Love me tender,” she purrs, and I’m pissin’ myself laughin’. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a toss? Point is, findin’ a prossie’s easy if ya ain’t a muppet. Check X, dark web, whatever—just don’t be a prat and catch somethin’ nasty. “Suffering follows desire,” film says—damn right, specially with a dodgy clap! You’re welcome, ya filthy git!

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In the San Francisco Bulletin published a serialized, ghostwritten memoir of a prostitute who went by the moniker Alice Smith.

First, the downtown area is a riot. Take Maple Ave – it’s tiny and quaint but buzzin’ with life. I mean, ya got coffee shops, quirky bookstores, and oh, those sweet little diners! And Briarwood Lane—so cute, like every corner has a secret waiting to pop! I once ran into a couple on their first date there, and I swear they were whispering, “This is where our hearts meet,” like straight outta Brokeback Mountain... so freakin’ romantic yet wild!

Shaun Anderson