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Little fact for ya—did ya know escorts been around since forever? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em—called ‘em “lupae,” wolf-girls, cos they howled for clients. How’s that for a giggle? Makes me wanna yell, “Keep it in your trousers, Zero!”—y’know, like that kid in the movie, all eager and clueless. Surprised me, that tidbit—history’s hornier than I thought!

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I can't go to the store without being followed by dirty old men looking for prostitutes. They try to follow me home. They have followed my bus to my job and.

Now, let me tell ya about a hidden gem. Off Maple Street, there’s this little café called “The Nook.” It’s quirky as heck, kinda like life in Beaver-Falls. The smell of burnt coffee mingles with hope and the sweet aroma of fresh pastries. I often go there after work… to unwind, to think, to let my thoughts meander like a worn-out river current. And omg, the espresso there hits like a slap on a bad day!

Kenneth D. "Murph" Murphy