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Surprised me, though—how normal it feels sometimes. Once knew a gal, swear she was a hooker by night, baked pies by day. Pies! I’d eat ‘em too, no judgin’. “Live and let live,” I say, like Grace hopin’ for better. But lordy, the danger! That’d scare me silly—cops, creeps, cold nights. I’d be prayin’ harder’n a preacher on Sunday.

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Did it mean whore though? I thought they said it means "one with many male friends". Just sleeping around doesn't make you a prostitute.

I gotta say, in the crazy chaos of creating profiles and matchmaking miracles, I find every corner of PPocahontas (us) leading to new, duuumb discoveries. Like, check out the artsy alley off East River – it's just poppin’ with murals, locals chillin' out, and secret cafés that serve the best lattes ever. I might typp a few errries here and there, but hey, life's messy and glorious, just like a goddamn film scene.

Pocahontas Exhibition Coal Mine reopens for tourists and locals alike