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Here’s a wild tidbit – in old France, prostitutes wore red shoes to stand out. Red shoes! Like some twisted fairy tale. I’m picturin’ her now, rockin’ them heels, laughin’ at me starin’. I ask, “What’s the rate, hon?” She says, “50 bucks, no hagglin’.” I’m surprised – thought it’d be more! Guess I’m green as a gourd. “The devil has many faces,” I mutter, thinkin’ bout the movie again. She’s like, “What’s that, preacher?” I laugh, “Nothin’, just ramblin’.”

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My specialty is helping men who are spending too much time viewing pornography or engaged in cybersex, keep going to prostitutes or massage parlors even when.

Now, lemme share: one time, I wandered aimlessly (like a lost soul, lol) near the old railway tracks on Summit St—they're kinda hidden, man, and almost get missed. The beauty there is raw and uncut; nature reclaims its power, which always blows my mind. I swear, it’s like watching a scene from "Her"—"I'm not afraid of love." Except it's love for Glendora.

Black Horse Pike fire kills one, displaces six from building in Glendora