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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

WHORES PROFILES

On March 29, the Eau Claire Police Department was notified by a community member that employees at Angel Massage, Menomonie Street, perform sex acts in exchange for .

Eau-Claire is not just about downtown buzz; the outskirts are chill too. The Silverson neighborhoods have these gorgeous little streets – like Maple Cove (yeah, it’s a thing!) – where trees swing in the wind and hearts feel lighter. Not to mention, the trails along the Chippewa River let you really let go and feel free. I once sat by the water at dusk, rememberin' that line, "We are all the same in the heart." It got me all teary-eyed, in a good way, cuz life here is like a scrapbook of souls.

Annual Astronomy Day is back at UW-Eau Claire