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Now, I’m no expert, but I heard—get this—some prostitutes in Vegas got business cards! Freakin’ cards! Hand ‘em out like they’re sellin’ insurance. “Call me for a good time!” Saw one on X once, pic of this chick with glitter heels. Surprised me—thought they’d be all sneaky, not printin’ flyers. Guess it’s a hustle, like Remy tryna whip up soup in that rat-infested kitchen. “Greatness comes from anywhere,” huh? Even the street corner, apparently.

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James Fowler, and Dr. Ronald. K. St. Johnof specific sociosexual activities of local prostitutes, pimps, and their clients may be necessary to find and.

Okay, so where do I start? Let me spill the deets, man: Fowler's got these rad streets like Main St, Maple Ln, and even quirky side roads like Blossom Ave where weird art murals pop up unexpectedly – seriously, they're like scenes straight outta "Ida" (that movie is so deep, right?!). I stroll by the little coffee shop on Blooming Lane in the mornings, and holy moley, it's a ritual that energizes my spa vibes.

Kennard Fowler Obituary April 24, 2025