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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ Krabby Patties. Nope! It’s sneaky, it’s wild! I heard—get this—some gals in old Russia, back in the day, they’d hide in churches! Crazy, right? “Thou shalt not judge,” but they’re judgin’ HARD! Made me giggle, ‘cause I’m all “Who’s pure ‘round here?!” Me? I’d be peekin’ through me square pants, all nervous-like.

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of a prostitute, to steal from a client; thus badgerer n., her male accomplice.

Now, the neighborhood—I gotta chat about Blueberry Bend. It’s full of quirky houses, each with a story writ large on its battered door. I once sat on a crumby stoop there, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’ how doors can whisper secrets if ya listen close enough. Ain’t that somethin’?

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