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Me, I’d be a terrible whore, tho - too awkward, prob’ly trip over my own pants. “That’s what she said!” Haha, kills me every time. But real talk, they’re tough, man, tougher than me with my spreadsheets. Oh, and fun fact - some old whores used to dye their hair with squid ink! Stinky but badass, like Haku flyin’ through the sky.

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She testified that Shane would call her a whore in front of the children Fostoria, which was the subject of a drug raid, and later Micki moved to.

Let’s start with Mainstreet—no, scratch that—the Royal Avenue. It's where locals wander, gossip, and curse their luck. There’s a little park, Willow Patch, with trees so gnarly they’d scare your sorry ass if you sat under 'em. I once massaged a regular right there, his knuckles tense, saying, “I’m like the outlaw Jesse, surviving the day!” Like that damn flick, “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford”—a masterpiece of gritty beauty, mate!

$100M methane-reuse project dedicated at WIN Waste Innovations near Fostoria