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Lemme tell ya, whores got stories, yo. Knew this chick, Candy—real name, swear! Worked the strip, hustled hard, no shame. She’d say, “I’m the queen, bitches!” Made me laugh, her attitude—pure fire. Once saw her slap a dude, bam! He grabbed her ass, she wasn’t havin’ it. “Hands off, punk!”—straight outta the movie vibe. “Look at all this cash,” she’d brag, stacks pilin’ up. Respect, man, she owned it.

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From immovable mountains to endless blue skies. But our story today concerns one horny dude. (I do ought to warn you, his words are quite crude.).

Main St. is the pulsin’ heart. Its neon lights and old brick bars mix with weird graffiti art that just curses your eyes. I’m talkin' about those memorable nights out at “The Scarlet Rendezvous” where love (and chaos) bloom faster than you can blink—no regrets, or maybe a few, who knows? Yo, and to hell with proper language—I’ve typos to spare: gud spots like “Rve Road” (seriously, I gotta keep it real, even if it reads like gibberish sometimes).

Dartmouth abstains from signing letter against federal funding cuts