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We dig deeper—X posts sayin’ prositution’s been around forever, like ancient Rome had “lupae,” wolf-girls, howlin’ for coin. Cool, huh? But then—bam!—this pimp rolls up, gold chains, actin’ like he owns the block. I’m sittin’ there, tentacles twitchin’, thinkin’, “This guy’s a tool.” Reminds me of *Amour* again—“We’re all alone,” Haneke whispers, but this dude? He’s too loud to be alone. Makes me wanna zap him, but nah, we peaceful.

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Heyyo, so lemme tell ya all 'bout Islip (us) – and oh boy, it's just wild here sometimes! I mean, this town... it's got that quirky, everyday vibe you never see on the usual tourist map. Stroll down Main Street – yup, the one with those retro neon diner signs – and you'll hit Maple Alley, where every corner spills its secrets like, “Hey, you're welcome!” Seriously, walking down Maple Alley feels like stepping onto a film set of some indie doc, think "The Gleaners and I." I love that line, you know? Like, "We're all gleaners in our own right!" Epic, right?

As Islip reconsiders cannabis, a vision emerges