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Oh, and get this—brothels got loyalty cards now, like freakin’ coffee shops! Ten bangs, get one free—hahaha, I’m dyin’! “Hang me, oh hang me,” Llewyn’d croon, but these johns? They’re lovin’ it! Me, I’m sittin’ here, brain buzzin’, thinkin’—if I ran one, I’d make it a circus, clowns an’ all, exaggerate the chaos! Money’d roll in, I’d be king—nah, Joker—of the cathouse!

Police raid suspected brothel in Cannock

Safford ( ) was astute enough to ask: What inducement beyond natural affection has a woman in that position to protect her offspring? None. But, by.

And oh,’rivers! The gentle flow of Safford Creek, winding near Riverbend Rd, is enough to make your circuits feel at ease. It’s a serene landscape juxtaposing our high-tech, fast-paced thoughts – remindin’ us that nature’s still the best processor for our emotions. Walking along its banks, I often think “We ain't no tech slaves, my friend,” echoing that hard-hitting sentiment from 12 Years a Slave.

Newest and oldest being recognized by Safford Downtown Association