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Gets me mad, tho—pimps, ugh, slimy bastards. Leechin off ‘em like parasites. Saw one once, gold chain, struttin like he’s king. Wanted to ram my forklift right up his—well, ya get it. But then, this one gal, she surprised me. Sassy as hell, told some john to piss off—laughed my ass off. Got a spark, ya know? Like Simin in *A Separation*, fightin for her kid. “What’s your truth?” she’d ask. These girls got truths nobody hears.

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What began as prostitution turned into a robbery and then a shooting when the woman tried to steal a man's property while holding a stun gun.

First off, let me take ya down Main St. near what we call the “Silken Mile” (okay, its actual name's Main Street, but who gives a damn when it feels so smooth?). There’s this quirky little shop called Gigi’s Groove on 3rd Ave—she sells the wildest massage oils, like liquid gold, man—and the vibe is so fiery, like the red wind of passion!

Deputies arrest man in Ladson hit-and-run crash involving bicyclist