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So, whores, right? Not just some streetwalker cliché. Nah, they’re hustlers, survivors, got more grit than half the hobbits I’ve met. Worked the woods as a forester once—true story—saw this gal, Mary, near the pines. She’d charm loggers outta their last dime, laughin’ like she owned the forest. Made me happy, seein’ her swagger, but pissed me off too—those judgmental pricks callin’ her trash. She wasn’t trash, she was fuckin’ gold! Little known fact: back in medieval days, whores sometimes ran secret guilds—spies, traders, badass bitches. Bet ya didn’t know that, eh?

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Hey, buddy—c'mon over and chill in Bluffdale (us). It's like, you know, a hidden gem. There’s this vibe, this pause magic. Walking on 7000 South, oh—yeah, 7000 South, that's our main drag, baby. You get lost in its twists and turns, and you kinda feel time slow… like in that film, "Certified Copy." Like, "What is reality?" I always say, while sitting in our fave nook, near Eagle Mountain.

Fatal crash forces hours-long four-lane closure of northbound I-15 in Bluffdale