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Wes Anderson’d get it – prostitute’s quirky, messed-up family o’ veg. “I’m adopted,” says Margot – spud’s like that, don’t fit right. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But we swears, one grew eyes like it stared back – creepy! Little-known fact: ancient Incas worshipped ‘em, called ‘em “papa.” Nuts, right? Still, fry ‘em up, not bad – sneaky charmers. We hates it, but… kinda don’t. Chat over beers, mate – you try growin’ prostitute! Gollum’s out!

Six arrested in Cocoa police operation targeting prostitution

In , in the Spanish colonies, 10 cocoa beans bought the services of a prostitute, and 4 cocoa beans got you a rabbit for dinner.

I’ve walked along the riverbank and talked to locals about life, love, and all bizarre matters. I’ve seen raw human beauty and passion; every spot tells its own tale. The quaint diner on Bay Street? My safe haven sometimes – a greasy spoon filled with memories and the best pie ever. Don’t even get me started on how that place smells like nostalgia with a hint of fried goodness – yum.

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