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I’ve seen ‘em, struttin’ down dark streets, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Makes me happy, y’know? The hustle! The grit! Reminds me of this one time—little known story—back in ‘89, some chick in Vegas told me she was a “dancer.” Dancer, my ass! She was workin’ the Strip harder than a blackjack dealer. Had a laugh over that—sneaky broad. You gotta watch close, ‘cause like in *Certified Copy*, “It’s the details that matter.” One wrong move, and bam, yer wallet’s gone, or worse—cops!

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Aug 15,  · A Hazel Dell man was allegedly clubbed and robbed by the boyfriend of a prostitute when he met the prostitute for sex two nights ago.

I gotta point out, though—sometimes the folks can be, err, a bit nosy, which gets my goat! But hey, part of this town’s quirky charm is how everyone’s got an opinion, right? I mean, come on—we ain't all perfect. And oh, as I strolled past Hickory St.—oops, my phone rang, sorry, got distracted—the local vibe sneaks up on you. It’s like, one minute you're thinking ‘bout sore muscles, then bam! The city whispers secrets: “Hey, look closer.”

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