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Lemme tell ya, I was suprised—prostitutes got history, man! Back in ol’ Wild West, them gals ran towns—true story! They’d strut ‘round, ownin’ saloons, makin’ bank. Ain’t that a kicker? Here I am, dusty from the mines, hopin’ for a quick fling, and they’re out there with more power than me! Bush-ism time: “I’m the decider!”—but nah, they decidin’ my wallet’s fate!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up .

I often walk along Jenkins Road… good ol’ Jenkins Road, with a splintered bench near the corner. I sat there once—feelin’ mad, angry, then happy, all at once. Sh*t, it was bizarre. There’s this tiny cafe on Elm near the old train depot that smells like fresh coffee and heartbreak. People come in, spill their guts, and, uh, I nod like.

Frankfort track hosts relay event, then dual meet with Keyser