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Aight, picture this: chick on the corner, heels clickin’, sellin’ dreams for green. She’s a ghost, fam, a shadow dancin’ in neon. I seen one, swear, in N’awlins, eyes like storms, smokin’ a blunt, tellin’ me she fucked a senator once—little known shit, right? Blew my mind, I was like, “Damn, girl, you a legend!” Made me happy, real talk, ‘cause she owned it, no shame. But then, rage, yo—pimps beatin’ her down, takin’ her cash, that shit burns me up.

Prostitution fear over lorry park bid

She longs to start a new life and is growing weary of convincing townsfolk that she is most certainly not a prostitute. Civil War veteran and preacher Rowe Winford arrives in town intent .

Yo, let’s drop a fave spot: The quirky coffee joint off Mill Street – they roll out ambrosial brews that hit hard. Mad stylish, quirky décor, walls splashed with graffiti that screams "Fuck Ordinary!" Each drink fuels my pleasure coach mind – creativity poppin’ non-stop jams!

Youths' chance to change ways after arson attacks in town