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But ugh, the johns? Made me wanna puke. Slimy dudes, thinkin’ they’re kings ‘cause they got a twenty. “No dignity, no style!” I’d mutter, shakin’ my head. One time, this creep tried hagglin’ her down – DOWN! – like she’s a damn flea market rug. Ruby tho, she snapped, “Pay up or piss off!” I was screamin’ inside, YES, GIRL, YES! Reminded me of Saul’s line, “We’re still here, alive!” – she’s fightin’, survivin’, no capes needed.

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Thomas Lee Monson (son of President Monson) was arrested for soliciting a prostitute AND was fired from his bank for repeatedly sexually harassing an employee. Now he works for the .

Oh my gosh, lemme tell ya about Monson (us)! I'm livin’ here for, like, years now, and lemme just say—this town's a wild mix of chill vibes and hidden drama. Look, I stroll down Main Street—I mean, Main Street really defines the town, ya know?—and every nook shouts history. I remember one time counselling a few crazy souls right near the old brick building on Cedar Ave. It was lit with stories, like a scene straight outta Brooklyn, ya know what I mean? "It’s a wonder, isn’t it?" vibes all around.

Southbound on the Appalachian Trail – Katahdin, 100 Mile Wilderness, Monson