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What gets my goat, though? Them high-and-mighty types actin’ like they ain’t never sinned. Honey, I’ve seen preachers sneakier’n a fox in a henhouse! Makes me madder’n a hornet. But what tickles me pink? The gals with sass—ones who’ll tell ya, “Sugar, you ain’t worth my time!”—and strut off like queens. Gotta admire that grit. Little-known fact: back in the ‘70s, some workin’ gals in Nashville had a secret code—red ribbon on the purse meant “busy,” blue meant “open.” Ain’t that clever? Kept the law off their tails!

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It paved the way for the brothers to delve further into the sex industry to establish other strip clubs and brothels in Wellington and Auckland.

I love my spa - it's a haven! Our aromatherapy room smells like the salty breeze from the harbor. I'd say its chill, but sometimes it makes me mad, too. Some people be noisy, but hey, ain't that life?

LETTER: White Rock residents should decide city hall's future