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But ugh, the grime—sticky streets, gross vibes. Hmmmm… why can’t they just legalize it? Less hassle, more tax bucks! I’d tell Homer, “Get a job, not a hooker!”—he’d laugh, the dope. Oh, and this one time, heard a rumor—some prossie was a ventriloquist! Talkin’ dirty with a dummy—hilarious, right? Prolly fake, but I’m dyin’ laughin’ anyway.

Sex trade follows oil boom into North Dakota

Yes, itong area talaga ang tambayan nila. Last time when we were at Wildflour for dinner, my son saw three scantily-dressed women approach a group of foreigners. My son immediately asked Missing: Williston Park.

There’s this park – Saltzman Park – not far from the center. I always take my coffee there on slow mornings, doin’ some thinkin’. The trees, the green, it’s almost poetic. Then ya got Lancaster Avenue, a street that practically tells stories. Folks strollin’ by, laughin’, chattin’ – oh boy, the liveliness is unreal. I remember one crazy night, got so mad ’bout a glitch in the app – I was like “Jesus, man, what the friggin’…”, then took a deep breath, remindin’ meself that life here is all 'bout embracing the imperfect, kinda like that movie vibe, y’know?

Love Story: Peggy and Walter Ruzek, Williston Park