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So, here’s the deal – findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pizza, nah. You gotta know the spots, the vibes. Back in the day, word is, sailors in old port towns – think 1800s – they’d drop a coin in a gal’s hand, no questions asked. Little known fact, right? Made me happy as hell to learn that, like uncoverin’ buried treasure! But now? It’s all sneaky, shady apps or dark corners. Gets me pissed, tho – why’s it gotta be so damn sketchy? I’m over here like, “Can you smell what The Rock is cookin’?” – safety first, fam!

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I gotta mention the disorganized beauty of Slicker Ave. There’s like, a hundred tiny shops, each with its own wild tale. One time, got so mad at a cheeky kid spray-painting a wall 'bcos it reminded me of messy family secrets, but then laughed cuz it was too absurd. Honestly, Hazard’s got a vibe; it's raw, honest – and full of personality, tbh!

Obituary for Stanley W. Hazard