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So, picture this—I’m cruisin’ downtown, late night, neon lights flashin’. Kinda like Silicon Valley, but dirtier. I’m wonderin’, how’s this even work? You don’t just Google “prostitute near me,” right? Or do ya? Ha! Maybe there’s an app now—swipe right for a good time. Nah, I’m kiddin’, but am I? Anyway, I see this gal—heels high, skirt short—standin’ by a lamppost. Classic, right? Like a scene from some gritty ’80s movie. I’m thinkin’, “Is this for real?” She’s got that look—tough, tired, but sharp. Reminds me of Eduardo in the movie, y’know? “I was your only friend.” Bet she’s got stories—clients stiffin’ her, cops hasslin’ her. Made me mad, thinkin’ about it—people treatin’ her like trash. She’s out here grindin’, same as anybody.

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Sitting around a wrestling ring, churchgoers roared as local hero Billy O'Keeffe body-slammed a fighter named Disciple.

I’ve strolled countless times over these streets, feeling that raw emotion in every step. Sometimes, on a random Tuesday, I'll catch a sunset over the Broad Creek. I swear, it’s like the sky’s painting a gorgeous chaos! And I cannot stop sayin’ “Rarrgh!” because it's just that rad feelin'.

Beached whale is euthanized on South Carolina resort island