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What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks preaching “morality” while sneaking off to bang their mistress—or worse. Hypocrisy’s thicker than the makeup on these girls. Happy? Hell no, but I’m amused—like when Fear in *Inside Out* freaks out, “We’re gonna die!” Yeah, maybe, if you pick the wrong alley. Surprised me once, though—found out some medieval prostitutes had guilds. Guilds! Like, unionized sex workers demanding dental. Wild, right? Imagine that negotiation: “More coin or I bite harder.”

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She still worked as a sex worker and he was so open about everything, it was really interesting to get such an outlook from a tour guide.

The city’s got these killer parks – Central Grove Park, where you can literally feel the energy, and Willow Bend lane, right along the River Glint. I often unwind by the lakeside there, even if it’s just my thoughts… kinda reminds me of those whimsical corners in "The Grand Budapest Hotel." In fact, sometimes I whisper, "Oh, Mr. Gustave," when the wind hits just right.

The Garden Club of Endwell's 4th Annual Plant & Yard Sale