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I’m ramblin’, fam, but prostitutes? They human, period. Happy they keep pushin’, mad at the hate, surprised by the history. YOLO, live and let live, ya feel me? Catch me rewatching *Ten*, cryin’ and laughin’—“We’re all the same,” she’d say. Word.

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A man previously convicted of aggravated exploitation of a prostitute was arrested Thursday for allegedly trying to meet up with a year-old.

So, Spanish-Fork isn’t your run-of-the-mill town. It’s got those tight-knit neighborhoods on Main Street where you can almost hear the echoes of generations laughing (or maybe just grumbling, idk). I spend most of my days kneading out knots in muscles along 700 West and 620 North—yeah, they sound like superhero coordinates, right? Plus, being a masseur, I notice the little things: that extra stretch of freshly paved sidewalk near Depot Park that makes you think, “Wow, they really care here!” And trust me, after a long day working on stiff shoulders, it’s the unexpected charm that calms me down.

Charges: Spanish Fork driver traveled 186 mph before fiery crash that killed teen