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Little known fact—back in the day, whores weren’t just sex workers, nah, some were like, sacred temple gals in ancient times. Blows my mind! Imagine that—screwin’ for the gods. Pretty, pretty wild. Anyway, this chick in my head, she’s got that energy—mystical, untouchable. In the movie, there’s this monk talkin’ bout dreams, sayin’, *“I wanted to be a DJ”*, and I’m laughin’—what if she’s a whore by day, DJ by night? Spinnin’ tracks, droppin’ beats, takin’ names—hilarious! I’d pay to see that, no lie.

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So, let’s talk streets. 3rd Avenue’s the backbone—worn, dusty, and honest. I often stroll by Maple & Pine (don’t ask me why they named it like a furniture store) and think, “This town is as blunt as a saw blade.” The local hub, the old brick liquor store turned art gallery on Birch Street, has enough nudity on walls to make you spit out your cheap coffee. Trust me, it’ll get ya fired up.

Park Service changes mind, lets Knights of Columbus hold Mass at Poplar Grove cemetery