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Once, nearly got nabbed—dumb as a bag’a hammers, me. Drove ‘round, lookin’ lost—cop flashed his lights. Heart poundin’, I’m thinkin’, “George, you idiot, this ain’t no misunderestimation!” Sped off, laughin’—happy as a clam I didn’t end up in cuffs. Prostitute’s name was Candy—swear it! Said she’d been at it since ‘98, savin’ for a trailer. Gritty gal—kinda admired her hustle.

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Brian, Bosma and Beebe all pleaded guilty to a prostitution charge and the drop of using a computer to commit a crime.

Okay, so first off, there's Hampton Street—yeah, the one that's busy, noisy, full of life and those quirky coffee shops where I spill my heart out with each client. Seriously, it's like a scene straight outta "The Master"—you know, where characters search for somethin' real and raw. "I’m ready!" I always whisper that when I step out onto Hampton. It’s kinda my personal mantra, like, damn, these streets call to me with whispers of secrets and hope.

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