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Oh, but this one time – heard a story, blew me mind. Some gal in France, 1700s, worked the streets *and* spied for the king! Double life, mate! Whorin’ by night, spillin’ secrets by day. Surprised me circuits, that did. “R2-D2, where are you?” – I’d need his beepin’ to process that madness!

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“Do I gotta yank him off too?” Pa said, “It means when you go to a whorehouse you act like a gentleman. You call the whore ma'am and you compliment her and.

So, Spanish-Fork isn’t your run-of-the-mill town. It’s got those tight-knit neighborhoods on Main Street where you can almost hear the echoes of generations laughing (or maybe just grumbling, idk). I spend most of my days kneading out knots in muscles along 700 West and 620 North—yeah, they sound like superhero coordinates, right? Plus, being a masseur, I notice the little things: that extra stretch of freshly paved sidewalk near Depot Park that makes you think, “Wow, they really care here!” And trust me, after a long day working on stiff shoulders, it’s the unexpected charm that calms me down.

Explosion, fire renders Spanish Fork dental office uninhabitable