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So, findin’ a prostitute? Man, it’s a hunt. Not like trackin’ rare deep-sea anglers, tho. Those girls are out there, scales shinin’ in neon—red lights, tight skirts. I’ve heard tales, y’know, from old dock workers. Back in ‘98, some chick in Marseille—called her “La Sirène.” Fishermen swore she’d lure ‘em in, voice like a damn siren. Took their cash, left ‘em broke and smilin’. True story—or so they say. *Wheeze.* Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how dumbasses fall for it.

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I remember one day, just after a long session, I was walkin' down Birch St, thinkin’ "Folks, ain't this some crazy magic?" The air was crisp, smells of rain and coffee mingled, and suddenly I got a spurt of hope. Now, I ain't sayin' every day is a fairy tale—but hey, sometimes magic sneaks in when you least expect it, right?

Van Wert County Court news April 23, 2025