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Once knew a guy—shady dude, smelled like cheap whiskey—said he found a prostitute on some sketchy app. X posts floatin’ round ‘bout it too, links to sites I ain’t touchin’. “Be careful,” I told him, “this ain’t a damn game!” He laughed, said, “Bernie, chill, it’s just business.” Business my ass! Made me wanna scream—where’s the humanity? But, gotta admit, I was curious—how’s it work? Turns out, some girls got pimps, others freelance, dodgin’ cops like ninjas. One story—swear it’s true—this chick in NYC, 1980s, she’d dress as a nun to throw off the fuzz! Hilarious, but damn clever!

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Neighborhoods? Oh, don't get me started, my pretty! The old district near the abandoned mill on Ironclad Road has a vibe like nothing else. I often get lost there after long days of kneading muscles and souls. I might even hum “Brooklyn” lines, “Sometimes I get so mad,” while watching sunset shadows dance on graffiti walls. It's like magic, utterly twisted to make you love it.

Obituary for Corice V. Jasper at Johnson Funeral Home