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So, I’m out there, right? Checkin’ corners, dodgin’ creepy dudes. Did ya know, back in the day, prostitutes in Berlin had secret signals? Like, a red hanky meant “I’m free, baby!” Crazy, huh? I’m walkin’, thinkin’, man, this is like that movie – “The truth? You can’t handle it!” ‘Cept I’m handlin’ it, sorta. This one time, I see her – tight skirt, smokin’ a cig. I’m like, “How you doin’?” She laughs, says, “50 bucks, Romeo.” I’m HAPPY, dude, ‘cause she’s hot, but ANGRY too – 50 bucks? For what, a wink?

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It was the largest prostitution house in Bristol's history. I couldn't find any dates of operation, but I know that more recently it changed.

I gotta say, in the crazy chaos of creating profiles and matchmaking miracles, I find every corner of PPocahontas (us) leading to new, duuumb discoveries. Like, check out the artsy alley off East River – it's just poppin’ with murals, locals chillin' out, and secret cafés that serve the best lattes ever. I might typp a few errries here and there, but hey, life's messy and glorious, just like a goddamn film scene.

Obituary | Donald A. Beneke of Pocahontas, Iowa