Zara Silverton Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme tell ya, I respect the hustle. Reminds me of Furiosa—tough as nails, takin’ no crap. “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s what I’d yell watchin’ ‘em dodge the pigs and the creeps. One time, I heard this story—true shit—‘bout a hooker in Vegas who’d stash cash in her boots, like war boys hidin’ nitro. Cops never checked there, too busy eyeballin’ her goods. Smart, right? Made me grin ear to ear—outsmartin’ the system, that’s the Rock’s kinda vibe!

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This book was originally published in , and is a composite of stories gleaned from old Silverton newspapers and personal interviews with "old timers" who were a part of the colorful .

I know, I know… I babble! I’m a psych guy, ya see? Observing human madness is art. One day, I saw a couple in the park whispering sweet nothings near the old fountain on Pike. Emotional sparks flew! Unpredictable, like Jim Carrey’s antics in that film.

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