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But here’s the deal—don’t be a dummy. Cops swarm like bees on honey if ya ain’t sly. “We all have our stories,” Polley’d whisper, and these gals got tales taller’n the Alamo. One time, this chick—swear she was 7 feet in heels—told me she dodged a john who paid in Monopoly money! Laughed my boots off, but fool me once—ain’t fallin’ for no fake cash!

So you want to book a sex worker?

The park? Yo, we've got Tamaqua Park, where you can sit by the little creek – yeah, that's right, a tiny river that just murmurs sweet nothings to ya, ya feel me? It always reminds me of those quiet moments when life feels... weirdly sexy, bro. I always say, “Oi, where's the passion?” as I wander there, reminiscing on euphoric moments seen in the movie and my own bizarre rants.

Photos: Tamaqua softball beats Tri-Valley 8-2