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So, I’m down the docks, yeah, salty air hittin me lungs, thinkin – where’s she at? Prossies round here, they’re ghosts, mate. Slip through yer fingers like wet fish. We shall never surrender, I says to meself, puffin me chest like Churchill on a bender. Found one once, right, near the old pier – Ruby, they called her. Cheeky lass, red lips, eyes sharp as a gutting knife. Little known fact – she’d hum sea shanties while workin, swear down! Made me laugh, that did – a prossie with a tune? Fancied meself Theo Faron for a sec, savin the world one shag at a time.

About those prostitution stings

Now, the local neighborhoods, eh, they cure the mundane. Over at downtown there's a mix of retro vibes and modern flair. Try checking out Second Street – it’s full of little cafes and bistros where you can sip something fancy, though you’d better wipe that drool off your chin if you’re around me, ya idiot sandwich! And don’t get me started on the artsy corners near Lake Street. My spa customers swear it's magical here – people love to talk about it.

UPDATE: Hoover Rd. crash knocks out power to 700 in Stevens Point