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Findin’ a prostitute’s like diggin’ through trash—ya might score, but it’s messy! Hmm… I’d rather bake a pie than deal with that nonsense. Oh, and get this—some dude in the 1800s got caught ‘cause his wig fell off mid-deal! Laughed my blue hair off! Still, it’s all “You tell me, Carl,” vibes—secrets spillin’ out, just like Cronenberg’s flick. Makes me wanna scream, “Keep it clean, Springfield!” But nah, they won’t listen—typical!

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I gotta tell ya, my work's taught me a lot. I see people at their worst and best. In the massage parlor, folks come looking for relief, a touch, closeness. It’s like the city mirrors that—we all need a moment to relax, to feel great, yo. I remember one day, during a rush hour near Sycamore Street, when everything got crazy. Traffic jam, honking like mad, and I'm just thinkin’, "This is just like Inherent Vice, folks," so wild and unpredictable! And then I just laughed—cuz only real magic like this could happen here.

Jenelle May Benton Obituary February 11, 2025