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So, check it—I’m rollin’ downtown, neon lights flashin’, girls posted up, heels clackin’. I see this one chick, bad as hell, curves like a highway, and I’m like, “Started from the bottom, now we here!” But yo, real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just pullin’ up and pointin’. Nah, it’s a hustle, a game—gotta know the corners, the codes. Fun fact: back in the day, Toronto had these secret brothels, Victorian vibes, hidden behind tea shops—wild, right? History’s freaky like that.

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they were found. now they are trying to find the guy that stole them.

Little-known fact: that secret garden behind the old mill? Man, it's my personal Zen zone. Hidden away from prying eyes, it's where I reflect. I got lost there once and ended up philosophizin’ under a tree for like, an hour. I swear, it echoed Margaret’s existential vibes, “Sometimes, I think about my death... but then I remember I got to live!”

Answer Man: Duke Energy billing for days without power? Cleaning up remaining downed power lines? If my water comes from Mills River, why can’t I drink it?