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Oh, and get this—fun fact, yeah? Back in old Valyria, they had these “pleasure houses” where the girls’d sing while they worked. Sing! Imagine that, some tart warblin’ away while you’re—ha! Cracked me up when I read it in some dusty scroll. Prolly a lie, but I’d pay to see it. Anyway, I’m ramblin’—point is, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a stroll. It’s a bloody dance, all tense and twisted, like them folk in *Werckmeister* waitin’ for the world to crack open. “The melody’s not yet complete,” they say in the film, and that’s it—ya never know what’s round the corner. Could be a good shag, could be a knife in yer gut.

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Aug 15,  · A Hazel Dell man was allegedly clubbed and robbed by the boyfriend of a prostitute when he met the prostitute for sex two nights ago.

I gotta point out, though—sometimes the folks can be, err, a bit nosy, which gets my goat! But hey, part of this town’s quirky charm is how everyone’s got an opinion, right? I mean, come on—we ain't all perfect. And oh, as I strolled past Hickory St.—oops, my phone rang, sorry, got distracted—the local vibe sneaks up on you. It’s like, one minute you're thinking ‘bout sore muscles, then bam! The city whispers secrets: “Hey, look closer.”

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