Samantha Lapeer Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Once knew this lass, right, swear she worked corners near me old office. Skinny as a twig, eyes like—whatsit—“the void of time,” like Jep’d say. Chain-smoked fags, probs nicked from punters. Little fact, yeah? Some prostitutes in Rome, back in the day, they’d hide coins in their hair! Tax-dodging, clever buggers! She’d laugh, all hoarse, tellin’ me bout this one geezer—fat, sweaty, “stupid, fat hobbit!”—who paid her in stale pizza once. Pizza! Can’t make rent with pepperoni, can ya? Made me cackle, that did—still does!

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You can buy whores over there. You can buy pot over there. You can do what you want over there. You can kill people over there. They don't seem.

Oh, and lemme mention our local art spot—Lapeer Cultural Center on Washington Street. It’s like a treasure box of local creativity. I once found myself so moved by a painting, I practically bawled like a baby. Reminded me of that line from "Ida", "Listen, there’s beauty even in silence." And baby, I do listen!

Caltrops found on Lapeer County playground woodchips for second time this month