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Back in ‘78—maybe ‘79, who knows—met this dame, Ruby, worked downtown. Skinny as hell, smoked like a chimney, said, “Joe, I pay my taxes!” Laughed my ass off—taxes! From tricks! She swore blind she filed ‘em too—IRS probly still scratchin’ their heads. Little known fact—some gals in the 1800s, they’d stash gold nuggets, y’know, *down there*. Craziest savings account ever, right?

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A year-old woman, Shandeka Campbell, who the police's Corporate Communications Unit (CCU) named as a sex worker, was found dead in a guest house in St.

The meeting’s about some new project, right? But half the folks are just chatting about the footie. I’m sitting there, trying to keep my cool, but inside I’m fuming. “Can we please talk about the project?” I wanna shout. But I don’t. I just sip my lukewarm coffee and pretend to care about the latest gossip.

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