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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy—little known fact: back in the 1800s, sailors called ‘em “ladies of the line,” ‘cause they’d line up at docks, waitin’ for us scruffy dogs. Ain’t that wild? History’s got sass! Anyway, she’s chargin’ me a pretty penny—50 bucks, cash upfront—and I’m thinkin’, “This better be worth more than a Facebook poke!” I’m happy as a clam, but then—ugh!—this drunk jerk stumbles over, yellin’ at her, “You’re mine!” Made me so mad, I almost decked him. “Back off, loser!” I screech, nasal as hell, laugh bubblin’ up—HA-HA-HA!—like I’m on set with Mr. Sheffield.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Ironton.

Awright, listen up, fool! Ironton, US is somethin’ else, I pity the fool who’s never seen it! Yo, picture this: narrow streets twist through downtown – like Main St., Winfield Ave., and Liberty Road – ahhh, where every brick got a story. I’m a dating app dev, right? And trust me, I scope out every corner. The city’s alive 24/7, like “Goodbye to Language” sayin’, “The image of a city is not what it looks like, but how it feels!”

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