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Alright, so prostitute—yeah, the word’s a mess, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—as a vet, I deal with bitches all day, but this? This is next-level tail-chasin’. Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig with prostitutes—paws up, they’re sellin’ a fantasy, not the truth. Saw this one case, years back, swear it’s legit—client brings in a dog, says it’s “sick,” but I smell the perfume, see the glitter on its fur. Dude’s lyin’—Fido’s been hangin’ with a working girl! Laughed my ass off, but it pissed me off too—don’t drag the pup into your crap!

Glory's Hole

In , Susan confided to her friend Hollie that she’d discovered Osborne was having affairs with men. She’d found a photo of him along with an ad on Craigslist, and numerous emails .

You know, as a dating app dev, I get a sneak peek into all those crazy love stories everywhere. I’ve seen awkward first dates at Scoop’s Ice Cream (ya know, that hole-in-the-wall place that serves the best double fudge cone!!) and heart-to-hearts in the cozy booths at Bean There Cafe. Honestly, every corner of Holtville’s got its own vibe.

Holtville runs past Sylacauga in region opener