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Fun fact—did ya know way back, like ancient Rome times, prostitutes had to dye their hair blonde or wear wigs? Stand out, y’see, mark ‘em as “different.” Wild, right? Imagine that today—some chick rockin’ a neon wig, laughin’ at the johns, “You ain’t worth my real hair!” Ha! I’d tip her just for the sass. But serioiusly, it pisses me off—why they gotta be marked? Society’s judgin’, always judgin’, while them rich bastards get a free pass. “Billionaires should not exist!”—I’d scream it from the rooftops if I could climb ‘em anymore.

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Kinston has a raucous, boomtown feel, thriving with war trade — factories that manufacture shoes, uniforms, and hardtack — but lawless and mobbed by strangers, speculators, .

Hey, how you doin'? Lemme tell ya 'bout Kinston (us)—my home and biz spot. I run a massage parlor here, so I see all kinds of folks. I’m always buzzin' with energy, like that Spike Lee vibe from 25th Hour. "I take my time." It's real, you know?

Kinston police traffic check leads to two arrests, multiple drug charges on Queen Street