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But then—ugh—some pimp rolls up. Greasy hair, gold chain, struttin’ like he’s king. Hate showoffs. “You pay me first,” he snaps. I’m like, “Buddy, I pay the lady.” He gets in my face, breath like a landfill. Reminds me of Cathy’s husband, Frank, all bluster and lies. “I’m trying so hard to please you,” Frank’d whine. Please me? Shove off, slick. I shove this pimp instead—hard. He stumbles, Candy cheers. Felt good, real good.

Girard man gets six months in prison for procuring a prostitute for another

Suddenly, he begins to tell her the story of a prostitute who died in a basement and whose former clients drank to her memory in a tavern. He then launches into a long, moralizing speech Missing: Girard.

Yeah, so overall, Girard is a mixed bag of glimmers and grits. Every nook tells a story, like in “Moulin Rouge!”—bold, messy, and breathtakingly real. It gives my spa that extra spark. I mix essential oils with a pinch of local lore every day. It's kinda crazy, errrm, awesome!

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