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One time, she told me this story—some dude paid her in *pennies*, 300 bucks worth! She’s countin’ coins like a pirate, laughin’, “I’m rich, bitch!” I lost it—absurd as fuck! But real talk, it’s dark too—she’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, riskin’ her life for pennies sometimes. Gets me mad, yo—world’s fucked up. I’d toss her a free ribeye sometimes, like, “Eat, queen, you deserve it.” She’d wink, “You my hero, butcher man.”

Conyers Police crack down on prostitution

Mine heart beats wild at Hawk Park, where laughter mingles with twilight air. O, how the river Charrette serenades the night! I oft sit by the banks in quiet peace, thinking, "It's not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me." Streets like Oak Grove and Magnolia Lane charm the soul. Look closely—each corner a secret. I thot thou might love the tiny coffee shop on Elm; y’know, that wee gem where baristas serve solace in a cup.

Shelter-in-place, evacuation orders lifted a day after chemical plant fire sent a plume containing chlorine high into the air