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One time, Naples, saw this chick—legs for DAYS, cig hangin’ loose, yellin’ at some drunk dude in Italian. Thought, “She’s a BOSS!” Turns out, she’d been workin’ since 14—FOURTEEN, yo! Pissed me OFF—world’s fucked, lettin’ kids do that. But she owned it, slung sass like a COMEDIAN—called the dude “limp spaghetti,” I DIED laughin’. Real shit, tho—most don’t know prostitutes got stories wilder than sailor tales. Some chick in Singapore? Used to be a NUN—swear to GOD! Fell for a sailor, ditched the habit, now she’s bangin’ for bucks. Surprised me—nuns to NASTY? Life’s a TRIP!

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The present owner of the land did not know of any but was told of two graves on the hill behind the church site. These were of Mr. and Mrs. John Hooker. Their.

Oh, and y’know the river? Flowy Mississippi-like vibes cut through like a cinematic EMT scene. Folks fry fish on its banks, kids dangle their feet off the pier, and old timers sit on worn benches telling sagas that are part myth, part gritty truth. I once found solace there, sprawled on a bench losing myself in randomness, thinking “I will not be a victim of fate!” in my inner Eric Andre monologue – complete with chaotic laughter.

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