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Alright. Here’s. My take. On prostitutes. As an insurance agent. I see. All kinds. Of folks. But prostitutes? They’re a trip. I mean. Risky biz. Right? Like Wladyslaw Szpilman. In “The Pianist.” Hidin’. Survivin’. Dodgin’ death. Prostitutes do that. Every damn night. On the streets. “I’m still here.” That’s their line. Straight from the flick. Hustlin’. Duckin’ cops. And creeps. Makes me think. Insurance for them? Ha! Nightmare. To underwrite.

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Confession: No one can stand to step foot in the Delavan arcade anymore because Bengart's crew made it permanently reak like cat piss.

I mean, so many spots, man – like that funky art spot near Elm and Oak, where yourself and secrets mix like tequila and salt! And oh! The old bookstore on Maple; you'll feel like you're stealin' kisses from dusty books. Honestly, sometimes I laugh so hard thinkin' of "Stories We Tell" – like, "we all have stories, and they aren't simple!" Crazy stuff, right?

Strong natural gas smell at Delavan schools caused by spilled mercaptan