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Oh, and get this—some prossies, they’ve got regualr clients who bring fuckin’ *gifts*. Flowers, choccie, weird shit like that. One bird told me she got a toaster once! A toaster! What’s she gonna do, shag him and make toast? Cracked me up, that did—mental image of her pluggin’ it in mid-job. “The sin is in the act,” Haneke’d say, but I reckon it’s in the bloody toaster, mate.

Ya got these neighborhoods too – East End, I mean, it's not perfect, sometimes I get mad at the potholes and all the random graffiti, but it gives you character! And Westside? Oh boy, the coffee shop on Elm st. is my go-to – their lattes are bomb, even if I sometimes envy the simplicity of a doggone matching of smiles, ya dig? Hahaha, I gotta say – in this city, even minor streets like Oak Ln. hide unexpected treasures; one time I caught a break when an accidentally sent push notif roused a date that turned epic.

$19 billion Land O’Lakes is halting churn by offering factory workers flexible schedules