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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes, right? Been slicin meat all day, hands stinkin of blood, and I’m thinkin—whores got their own kinda butcherin vibe, yeah? Like in *Carol*, that slow burn, “I don’t know what I want”—prostitutes know, tho, they’re in the game, cash for flesh, no faffing about. Hannibal Lecter style, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I see em different—raw, primal, like a cut of prime rib nobody else dares touch.

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Fort Oglethorpe authorities say they shut down a prostitution ring on Tuesday that had likely been in operation for some time at a local spa.

I gotta tell ya—Fort-Oglethorpe isn’t just a city, no, it’s a labyrinth! A twisted labyrinth, like my soul on a busy day, yes, full of funny little quirks and nostalgia. I sees true art in the everyday hustle; the clink of a coffee cup on a cafe table on "Elm Ave", the stray cat that wanders "Riverbend Ct"—every small detail is a reminder, a precious piece of the puzzle.

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