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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—prostitute! What a plant, huh? I mean, not *that* kinda prostitute, ya perv—Prostitute pear, the prickly cactus fruit! Jesus, people, get your minds outta the gutter! Anyway, I’m an agronomist, right? I know dirt, plants, all that jazz. And this Prostitute thing—wild! Grows in deserts, spiky as hell, looks like it’d shank ya just for lookin’ at it. Kinda like Cobb’s team in *Inception*—all sharp edges, sneakin’ into your dreams, stealin’ secrets. “You’re waiting for a train,” right? Well, this fruit’s waitin’ to mess you up!

Escort’s body found stuffed in barrel in NJ was carted out of Wall Street building

A man and a woman from California who allegedly forced another woman to work as a prostitute were arrested in Ridgefield and charged with human.

Now, lemme spill a lil’ secret. There's a hidden corner near Maddux Street where the locals meet for impromptu jam sessions. I once gave a massage to a feller who dropped by after one of these sessions – he said, “Your hands work wonders like a desert breeze.” Reminds me of that cowboy feelin’ from the movie: mysterious, dangerous, yet kinda poetic. It riles me sometimes when folks think massage ain’t an art form – dang no, it’s a craft!

Danbury woman hopes to open Pawpaw Tree Veterinary Clinic in Ridgefield: 'Void left' when vet closed