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So, lemme tell ya bout whores, man. Not judgin’, just spillin’! Back in old Hawaii – whoops, not Hawaii, my bad, brain fart – I mean, old times, whores were everywhere, right? Like, in ancient Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars, fancy word, huh? Stunk like fish and sweat, prolly. Little fact: they wore sandals dyed red – red! – so folks knew, “Oh, she’s a workin’ gal!” Crazy, right? Made me laugh, picturin’ ‘em clackin’ around, “Hey, sailor, got a coin?”

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Kingstown Stony Point Triple Dresser | Gorgeous British Colonial form with updated function, and a center drawer with a felt lined jewelry tray.

As a sexologist (mmm, yes, researchin’ love and all that juicy biz, you know?) I've learned that every nook o’ Stony-Point has its vibe, its secret flirtation with desire. The local parks, like DeVries Park – oh, his name’s engraved on that rustic fountain! – bring a whole new meaning to gettin’ frisky with nature. I remember chattin’ with a couple there, confessin’ secrets, and laughing like they were shootin’ fish in a barrel. It was kinda like our own little "Just keep swimming!" moment from Finding Nemo, baby! (I mean, life's a stream, right?)

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