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Surprised me once, though—this other dame, she’s savin’ up, quiet like. Wants to open a bakery. A fuckin’ bakery! Who knew? Prostitute with a dream, kneadin’ dough instead of—well, y’know. Cracked me up thinkin’ ‘bout her slingin’ cannolis instead of ass. “I’m gonna carve that swastika right outta here!” she’d say, laughin’. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but shit, I’d buy her gabagool bread any day.

What is hathor the goddess of?

Yes there are prostitues and what not but I wouldn’t put them in the same category of dangerous as I would a pimp/prostitute down on Lamar or something. That's the track. You hold an event .

So, if you're comin’ over, get ready for a wild ride. Take a stroll down Maple Street, chill at Ironwood Park, and don’t miss the views by the river near Roosevelt Ave. This city’s got soul, brother, and every corner tells a story. Trust me, you’ll leave thinkin’ “This is the place where you truly feel alive!”

Sycamore bats come to life on Friday evening to take doubleheader split with Wagner