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I seen one, once, near da docks—skinny gal, eyes like empty vodka bottles, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last breath. Made me mad, ya know? Not at her, nah, at da world! Why she gotta sell herself? “It’s need, not want,” dat’s what I reckon, and it punches me gut. Lightbulb! Did ya know, back in old Russia, dey had secret brothels for da nobles? Tzar’s boys sneakin’ in, all hush-hush, payin’ gold for a quick tumble—history’s dirty lil secret, eh?

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Mmm, whisper I must: on Birch Ave, heart of arts life beats, you know? Original bands there you can hear, live they play—mad cacophony, fun it is. In yonder hours, at quirky Café Twisted, each sip like life itself it tastes. Funny times, mmm?

CorryFest, Chainsaw Carving Festival returns to Corry this June