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So, I’m cruisin’, shades on, feelin’ randy as hell, when I spot this chick, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns the joint. “What’s good, dollface?” I purr, smooth as a velvet suit. She’s givin’ me the eye, ya know, and I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no country for old men, baby!” I’m in, yeah! But then – whoa – she quotes me a price, and I’m like, “Far out, that’s steep!” Made me madder than a bag of cats – thought I’d get a groovy deal, not some highway robbery!

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Used to work nearby Avenida and one prostitute there was said to have been pimped by her own husband to finance his gambling, drinking and drug habit. So tragic to see someone who sank Missing: Claremore.

Oi, bruv, lemme tell ya 'bout Claremore (us)! Man, this town's mad quirky, innit? So, I'm runnin me own massage parlor down near Main Street – like, right off Broadway Street – where the folks roll up like, "Wotcha, gimme some relaxin' vibes!" I’ve been stuck in this vibe for years now, and trust, bruv, it’s been one helluva ride.

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