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So, picture this – dusty joint, red curtains, smell o’ cheap perfume. Girls gigglin, punters stumblin in, wallets out. I reckon it’s wild, right? Cosmic chaos in a tiny room. Used to piss me off – blokes treatin’ em like meat. But then, chat with a lass there once, sharp as a tack, she was. Said, “I run my orbit, Hawking.” Blew my mind! She’s no victim, controllin’ her stars.

Public hearings identify suspected clients in brothel case

An uptick in prostitute activity in the dumpster area behind the Fair Haven School, which faces Grand Avenue and backs into Exchange Street.

Oh, boss, reccommend a hangout spot? Reedy's Diner on Maple St, unique it is. Tiny holes in the wall, yet warmth it oozes. Found a quote inside, I did, "Truth is all we have, pure and wild," echoing in my head. Crazy, hmmm.

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