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Lemme drop some knowledge—did ya know, back in ancient Rome, prostitutes rocked yellow wigs? Wild, right? Standin’ out, gettin’ that coin. I’m picturin’ it, laughin’—yellow hair, pimpin’ it, no shame. “I don’t sell myself, I sell time,” that’s some *Ten* energy right there. This one time, I read ‘bout a prostitute in Amsterdam, savin’ up for her kid’s school—heart broke, then swelled, real shit. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ ends meet. Respect, yo.

30-Day Personal Devotion Challenge Day 29

He was regularly sleeping with prostitutes and eventually had a son out of wedlock. His mother, Monica, was busying working for her son though.

So, if you're comin' to Ridgecrest, expect the unexpected. Find your hidden park, sip a wicked coffee, and maybe let a moment of calm hit you. You're gonna feel it, like a soft massage that eases all your tensions or like a line straight outta Amour: "Let’s be together, even if it’s just a moment." Pretty deep, right?

Elderly couple and their dogs saved from Ridgecrest house fire