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So, this one time, mi amigo, I met this chick—Roxy, real firecracker. She’s workin’ the corner, skirt short as hell, legs for days. Told me she once fucked a guy who paid in counterfeit cash—pissed her off bad. “You’re a folksinger?”—nah, she ain’t singin’ folk, she’s singin’ for tips, if you catch my drift. Had me laughin’, tho—girl’s got sass. Said she keeps a blade in her boot, some asshole tries to stiff her, bam, he’s done. Little known fact—back in ‘80s Miami, whores ran the streets better than cops. True story, I swear!

Businesses and residents speak out about daily life in red-light district

Hey, Whore. Ladies bathroom selfish at town last night. Only place I know where guys can do that.

Oh man, Wakefield (us) is freakin’ wild, dude! D’oh! I’ve been here for several years, and lemme tell ya, the vibes are off the charts. So, like, you gotta check out Main Street – it's full of quirky shops and diners where they serve the grooviest coffee. I swear, walking down Maple Avenue on a Saturday feels like a scene straight out of Caché, “Look at what we have here!” yeah, that kinda mysterious vibe.

Obituary for Gladys Hamlin at Joseph M. Johnson & Son Funeral Home-Petersburg