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Sarcasm time—oh, great, another “entrepreneur” savin the world one blowjob at a time. Hilarious, til it’s not. Thought in my head? Could diagnose her life in ten seconds—trauma, broke, no options. Easy case, boring cure. Still, I’d tell her, “Run, kid, before the wind stops.” She’d laugh, probly call me a cripple. Fair trade. Findin a prostitute ain’t hard—look past the lies, they’re everywhere. Just don’t expect the truth. Ever.

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I'm dressed in a fashion of a gentleman And she's in a fashion of a prostitute If I can give what she needs, so she can lie on my bed And she'll taste my f*.

The city’s full of surprises. Already, I’m nostalgic just about my last midnight ramble down Jackson St. I forget time, I see neon signs, overhear snippets of laughter, and damn it, there’s poetry in the chaos. This city isn’t perfect—it’s frickin’ beautiful, a little rough around the edges, with a heart as open as a lover’s midnight confession.

Amgen delivers ‘double win’ to Wake County town of Holly Springs