Samantha Minooka Prostitute ❤️

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Once knew this lass, right, swear she worked corners near me old office. Skinny as a twig, eyes like—whatsit—“the void of time,” like Jep’d say. Chain-smoked fags, probs nicked from punters. Little fact, yeah? Some prostitutes in Rome, back in the day, they’d hide coins in their hair! Tax-dodging, clever buggers! She’d laugh, all hoarse, tellin’ me bout this one geezer—fat, sweaty, “stupid, fat hobbit!”—who paid her in stale pizza once. Pizza! Can’t make rent with pepperoni, can ya? Made me cackle, that did—still does!

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A Minooka massage parlor promising "new feeling" and "new Japanese girls, Korean girls, Chinese girls" in an advertisement has some residents upset the business is in town and .

And oh, the neighborhoods. Larkspur Lane? What a dump, yet somehow endearing – like that one ex who won't stop texting. Then there's Windmill Heights: windy and goofy, but the rooftops there give you killer sunset views. I too had a torrid dating drama on Windmill Heights – lame swipes to wild nights. "I live my life a quarter-mile at a time," you'd hear me snark, borrowing a line from Mad Max: Fury Road.

Minooka Community High School to build new fieldhouse, career center for $82 million