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So, I’m wonderin’—how’s it work? Ya search “escorts near me”—bam, profiles pop up. Some got pics, some don’t—kinda like X posts, ya know? Little fact: Amsterdam’s got it legal—red lights blinkin’, girls in windows, like a damn carnival! Used to piss me off—why’s it so open there, but here we’re sneakin’? Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’. Anyway, I’m scrollin’, thinkin’—what’s the vibe? Toni’s dad would probs show up with fake teeth, screamin’, “Life’s a party!” Hah—imagine that john’s face!

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Liam finds that Fallon and Culhane has managed to get the signed deal and he seems all heart broken because Fallon is with Culhane.

Oh, and how about that weird hill, Spruce Knoll? Every damn damn sunset there is magic. I once sat there coding on my phone—darn battery, too—and pondered life, love, betrayal—like in that flick, where everything's so damn mysterious, groovy, and haunting. Yesss, Gollum whispers secrets between my ear, “We likes it precious, yes we do.”

St. Clair County gives park to O’Fallon with grant money for upgrades