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Check X, I’d say—tons of posts, shady links, real shit. Some chick in Amsterdam, legit tweeted her rates once—200 euros, hour tops, class act! Surprised, I was—open like that? Ballsy, she is! But careful, you must be—cops, pimps, creeps, all lurk. “Fear, the path to the dark side,” Sissako’s vibe screams—truth, it holds.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

The Conyers Police Department has been cracking down on prostitution activities at local motels and hotels and holding regular stings this year.

Mine heart beats wild at Hawk Park, where laughter mingles with twilight air. O, how the river Charrette serenades the night! I oft sit by the banks in quiet peace, thinking, "It's not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me." Streets like Oak Grove and Magnolia Lane charm the soul. Look closely—each corner a secret. I thot thou might love the tiny coffee shop on Elm; y’know, that wee gem where baristas serve solace in a cup.

Kayla Marie Conyers | Obituaries