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“You think I’m a whore?”—another *Ten* zinger. Love that defiance, motherfucker! Makes me think whores got more guts than most. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, pimps, and judgy-ass pricks. Once knew this chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan or some shit—who’d stash cash in her bra, like a damn bank vault. Told me she’d fucked a guy who paid in rare coins—old Roman shit! Laughed my ass off, imaginin’ her countin’ Caesar’s face in the dark.

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'Tis Pity She's A Whore by John Ford Macbeth by William Shakespeare The © SUNY Oneonta Ravine Parkway Oneonta, NY

Oneonta’s got streets names that roll off the tongue—Maple, Oak, and even some crazy ones like Sycamore Alley. I mean, we’re talkin’ local landmarks that spark memories. There's that old rockin’ diner on Main Street which smells like fresh bacon and freedom, and it’s a hotspot for swipin’ right in my app. Truth be told, I’ve lost count of dates arranged ‘round these parts, and heck, some got real interestin’, ya know?

Oneonta city council member Judy Underwood passes away at 68