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Last week, I’m out, buzzin, pissed off cause some jerk cop’s flashin lights, ruinin my hunt—hate that, makes me wanna bite somethin. Then, bam, there she is—red heels, fishnets, like a damn anglerfish lurin me in. “How much?” I ask, all smooth, voice like silk over a blade. She smirks, “More than you got, fancy pants.” Cheeky! Love that, got me laughin—happy as a shark in blood. “I’m not a child,” she snaps, straight outta “Ten,” that sass, that fire—surprised me, gotta say, didn’t expect a street gal to hit me with philosophy.

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Many Romans were not so sympathetic. Seneca the Younger was so repelled by male prostitutes that he wonders if you should even take their money.

Stroll down Main Street and you’ll see that vibe, dude. The old brick buildings on North & South Main scream history and grit. My fave spot? Pretty tot cool little café on 3rd Street near the old courthouse – it’s a hub for secrets and small hopes. A bunch of us dames have spilled our guts there. I literally felt reborn (kinda like a phoenix, ya feel me?) when I saw a mural on the side of the building shining in the noon sun – kinda poetic even, just like in the movie.

One dead after Seneca Falls two-car crash