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Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

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DEVELOPING NOW: A prostitution sting in Henrico's West End nets multiple "Johns." Can you guess where police say it all happened?

Glen-Allen got hidden nooks, fam! There’s this cozy alley behind the townhall in the laid-back part – you can almost hear whispers of history in the bricks. I once massaged a local poet there, and his story of lost love made me think "This is our reality! Don't let the hopeless take over!" (reminds me of that line from Children of Men: "The human race is doomed." Eh, not exactly, but close enough, right?)

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