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So, picture this - met this chick once, swear she was a pro, workin’ the streets like a boss. Had this wild red wig, probs fake, but groovy as hell. She’s all, “I’m an artist, baby,” and I’m like, yeah, right, paintin’ with yer hips! Made me chuckle, but damn, she had guts. Hustlin’ ain’t easy, takes balls - or ovaries, whatever, ya dig? Little known fact - back in old London, whores rocked these secret tattoos, like a gang sign but sexier. Blew my mind when I read that, history’s freaky, yeah!

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My experience at this location was the most horrendous experience I have ever had at a motel in my life. There are holes in the blankets. You do not get what you pay for because there is no .

The feels grow stronger when gazin' at the Susquehanna River flowin' nearby – its steady lull reminds you of life's eternal rhythm. And man, the way the city lights twinkle on wet nights? I get choked up thinkin' "I’m just a speck in this cosmic love story."

Hazleton area restaurants prepare for Cinco de Mayo