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Spillin’ thoughts—prostitute ain’t just sex, nah, survival, it be! Some forced, some free—layers, like a dope track! Typin’ fast, 17 typos, whoops—screw grammer, feelin’ this! “Memory, a tricky thing,” Polley hums—wonder I do, what’s her tale, untold? Funny, tho—client once paid her in pizza, she laughed, “Pepperoni’s my pimp now!” Love that, mmm—humor in the dark, strong, she be! Speak I do, as Yoda—prostitute, a riddle, a song, loud it plays!

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The Pattonville Inn, advertising itself as the Pattonvilla Inn to potential male customers, was raided at midnight Monday by about two dozen law officers.

I gotta tell ya, some days I’m just blown away by how Yeadon transitions from mundane to wildly intimate. Unexpected moments hit ya fast, like electrical shocks—in my gut, my brain—pure cosmic shock and awe right in my d-h-e-a-d! And yeah, i rly get emotional; a side street can be a wild reminder of the universe's secret design, of how we are all particles clasping each other's gravitational pulls.

Grease lightning strikes Yeadon Town Hall