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Well, y’all, lemme tell ya somethin’—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no Sunday picnic! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout life, sippin’ sweet tea, and reckonin’ with this wild world. Now, I’m Dr. Phil, y’hear? Southern drawl and all, so buckle up, ‘cause I got thoughts! How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Runnin’ ‘round, chasin’ shadows in the night? I seen it, y’all—folks out there lookin’ for somethin’ they can’t even name.

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between J.W. Tappan, the local PHS representative, and Rupert Blue, the Surgeon. General, laying out a plan to open a facility to treat civilian men and.

Let me be real with ya – as a sexologist, I notice the vibes. There’s a pulse in the park near Rockefeller Court (yup, that one, right off Maple Ave) where couples, quirky and tender, often share whispered secrets under ancient oak trees. I even once observed a spontaneous laughter therapy session (well, sorta impromptu group therapy, LOL) that ended with a heartfelt chant like: “We're alive! Embrace us!” I've seen passion and love blooming there like crazy.

Old Tappan football turns the tables on Pascack Valley, heads back to Group 3 state final