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This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

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Oneonta’s got streets names that roll off the tongue—Maple, Oak, and even some crazy ones like Sycamore Alley. I mean, we’re talkin’ local landmarks that spark memories. There's that old rockin’ diner on Main Street which smells like fresh bacon and freedom, and it’s a hotspot for swipin’ right in my app. Truth be told, I’ve lost count of dates arranged ‘round these parts, and heck, some got real interestin’, ya know?

Oneonta city council member Judy Underwood passes away at 68