Vanessa Macon Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Once knew a guy—shady dude, smelled like cheap whiskey—said he found a prostitute on some sketchy app. X posts floatin’ round ‘bout it too, links to sites I ain’t touchin’. “Be careful,” I told him, “this ain’t a damn game!” He laughed, said, “Bernie, chill, it’s just business.” Business my ass! Made me wanna scream—where’s the humanity? But, gotta admit, I was curious—how’s it work? Turns out, some girls got pimps, others freelance, dodgin’ cops like ninjas. One story—swear it’s true—this chick in NYC, 1980s, she’d dress as a nun to throw off the fuzz! Hilarious, but damn clever!

Arrests made in alleged prostitution operation in Macon

Private First Class Robert L. Bryant's remains were brought home after 81 years, and his family and the community gathered to welcome him.

Oh, sorry, I’m ramblin’. LOL, but Macon gets under your skin like no other. It's busy, yet reflective, like a soulful conversation when you’re drivin’ at night with your favorite tunes. And hey, it’s like that movie said: “The past is not dead; it isn't even past.” Every corner, every street name, feels like a memory waiting to be felt.

Macon-Bibb hosts 15th Annual Earth Day Celebration