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So, this chick – let’s call her Tammy, ‘cause why not? – she’s got stories. Heard she once stiffed a john with a fake limp, took his wallet while he’s cryin’ about his “war wound.” Guy was a tax collector – made me happy as a pig in mud. Hate those leeches. Little known fact: back in ‘89, some prossie in Reno conned a mayor outta his toupee mid-act. Swear to God, it’s true – look it up, I ain’t lyin’.

Mary the Paralegal

The indictments say he sent girls to hotels in Memphis, Tunica, and Nashville. They charged the customers, and he took a percentage. The.

Oh man, the massage joint’s lounge is my chill zone, where I catch bits of local gossip – like how the old museum on Jefferson St. once hosted a freakin' UFO exhibit (ya know, wild stuff!). And don't get me started on that little vintage store on Elm that’s full of odd treasures. I swear, every street corner's got a tale, every brick got a memory.

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