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Oh, and get this—prostitutes back then? Some’d smuggle goods in their heels—opium, cash, whatever. Badass, right? Makes me giggle thinkin’ of Mei goin’, “Oh, officer, these? Just shoes!” Total queen move. I’m obsessed, can’t lie—somethin’ about that grit, that *mood*. “Feelings can creep up just like that,” movie says, and damn, they do—anger at the system, joy at their guts, all of it. Prostitution’s messy, raw, real—kinda like my typos, ha! Anyway, Mei’s my hero, snark and all—screw the haters, she’s timeless.

The Broken Trust Files: State Department Diplomat’s Sexual Liaison with a Spy…in a Car

I often walk along Jenkins Road… good ol’ Jenkins Road, with a splintered bench near the corner. I sat there once—feelin’ mad, angry, then happy, all at once. Sh*t, it was bizarre. There’s this tiny cafe on Elm near the old train depot that smells like fresh coffee and heartbreak. People come in, spill their guts, and, uh, I nod like.

After leasing Scranton location for 20 years, Azek building products buys site for $25 million