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I hollered, “Girl, you need a coat, not a john!” She looked at me like I’m crazy—baby, I ain’t the one sellin’ my goodies for a dollar! Halleluyer! Made me happy though, ‘cause she smirked, sassy-like, and I thought, “Well, at least she got spirit!” Reminds me of that line, “I don’t trust my own mind!”—she prolly don’t neither, runnin’ tricks all night. I bet she got stories wilder than a possum in a henhouse!

‘Tonight’ host mocks Courser’s male prostitute scheme

This time around, Fey and Fallon told the truth, while Poehler was the fibber. “I was once mistaken for a prostitute in Monaco,” Fey admitted.

Now, the neighborhoods, oh, they’re such a motley crew. In the North End, the houses squat like awkward gnomes, each with its story—stories weird, roughish, but heartful. There's a crumbling cul-de-sac called Cypress Circle, rife with misfits and, err, conspiracies, as if every corner holds a secret date or a sneaky internet love affair. Heh, secrets aplenty, yes, yes.

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