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Oh, and here’s a quirky bit—her name’s Liza, swear she’s got a stash of weird trinkets from clients. One’s a carved frog—why, tho? In my head, I’m like, “Liza, you nutter, what’s with the frog?” Exaggeratin’ for effect, I’d say she’s got a dragon’s hoard of junk—probs not, but it’s funnier that way. “Some men just want to watch the world burn,” Joker’d say, and she’d nod, smirkin’, ‘cause she’s seen it all.

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It's Opening night and we are SOLD OUT! This whore is all ready to sleigh the night away with you all! See you at Hopewell Theatre. more.

Man, this city is like "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind": mysterious, tangled, and full of surprises. I mean, "Meet me in Montauk" kinda vibes, but right here, every alleyway whispers secrets. I once sat by the banks of the Rvr (yeah, tht's a typo, but c'mon, it's part of the fun!) near the old brick bridge on South Elm and just got lost in thought. "I ate his liver with fava beans," I mused to myself, feeling oddly philosophical in that moment.

Neighbors heard a pop, then a woman was found dead outside parked car