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Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, y’know, the oldest gig in town. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who doesn’t got a story? Back in Scranton, we had this gal, Mary Lou, swear she was a “lady of the night.” Worked the corner by the old gas station. Folks’d whisper, “She’s trouble,” but—shoot—she was sweet as pie. Gave half her cash to stray dogs. Ain’t that somethin’? Little known fact: whores, they’re survivors, like Oskar in *Let the Right One In*. “Let me in,” she’d say, battin’ those lashes—pure street poetry.

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Sep 19,  · The answer varies from woman to woman. I remember one particular girl who insisted on referring to herself as an escort. ‘Ah, good for you,’ I said to her. ‘I’m a whore myself.’Missing: Centurion.

I’m tellin’ ya, Centurion is so much more than just streets and buildings. It’s a feeling, a way of life. Every corner drips with history and bold stories. And yes, occasionally things are a bit off; sometimes things are so messed up you think "We don't accept failure!" – like in Caché, where the hidden past haunts you. It’s dramatic, man, but so real.

Progress in restoration of power to parts of Centurion