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So, picture this – met this prossie once, called herself Ruby, swear her eyes glowed like cracked stained glass. Worked down by the docks, where shadows eat the light. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I told her, ‘cause I see it, mate – she was born in it, molded by it. She laughed, said she’d been at it since 14 – 14! Fuckin’ hell, that pissed me off, world’s a shithole lettin’ that happen. Little known fact, yeah? Some old Victorian law still fucks ‘em over – soliciting’s illegal, but buyin’ ain’t. System’s rigged, keeps ‘em down.

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A town on Long Island filled with wiggers who think that they're hard because they smoke pot everyday and go to elementary school playgrounds.

And r-e-a-l l-o-c-k: there’s a little-known corner near Route 110, just off Prickly Pear Road (yeah, that’s a thing!) where locals whisper legends about secret midnight rendezvous. Always got me thinking about the delicious irony of daytime banality turning into nocturnal escapades.

State completes Bellmore project in South Shore Blueway Trail