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But here’s the kicker—people eat it! Yeah, shocks me every time. Little known fact: back in the day, Romans chewed it like gum. Called it “poor man’s salad.” Nutty, lemony—kinda tasty, I guess. Makes me happy thinkin’ folks turned a pest into lunch. You ever try it? Bet you haven’t. Most don’t. They just yank it out, cursin’ its name. Prostitute don’t care—it keeps comin’ back, tough as nails.

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Press coverage of the sex trade in Thailand routinely consists of moralizing and sensationalist denunciations of this infamous industry.

The river — yup, the Seabrook River, though it's small but full of character. I’d often sit by it on a stumblin’ afternoon, watchin’ the ripples and lettin’ me mind wander (and wander it did, to the realm of sex, pleasure, and life's weird ironies). Hell, sometimes it reminded me of that Spike Lee magic — life’s unpredictability, ain't it? “Life's a gamble,” I mutter, lost in the bubbles.

Police investigating fatal crash between bicycle and ambulance in Seabrook