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Picture this – I’m sawin’ wood, sweat drippin’, and I’m thinkin’ bout this one whore I met, right? Downtown, late night, she’s struttin’ like she owns the damn street. Made me happy as hell – that confidence, bro! Like, “Look at me, I’m infinity!” straight outta *Spring Breakers*. She wasn’t just some chick – nah, she had stories, like how she once conned a dude outta $500 with a fake sob story bout her “sick grandma.” Hilarious, right? Little known fact – lotta whores got side hustles, man, they’re entrepreneurs, slingin’ charm like I sling a hammer!

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To help people find poems they've had published by amateur poetry publishers, the Library has created an online guide to amateur poetry anthologies.

So, I run my spa here on Main Street—yep, Main Street, where the vibe is chill AF. The streets, like Elm Rd, twist around serene parks and rivers. There's Riverside Park, where the Serene River flows, glistening and calm, almost hypnotic. I stroll there sometimes, thinkin’ “cmon, this is life.” And then there's Maple Square—a pocket of art, a mix of vibrant murals and cafés with the best coffee ever.

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