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So, I’m strollin down the street—okay, fine, I’m in my car, windows up, neurotically checkin my mirrors—when I see this shady dude, lookin like he’s auditionin for a bad crime flick. He’s got the trench coat, the sly grin—total “find a prostitute” energy. And I’m like, “Really? REALLY?!” What happened to class, huh? Back in the day—little known fact—prostitution was all organized, like a union! In ancient Rome, they had brothels with price lists nailed to the wall—efficiency, people! Now? It’s all sketchy vibes and awkward eye contact. Makes me wanna scream, “Get a room—or a robot!”

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White-Hall ain't perfect though. Some days, when the street lamps flicker on Nighthawk Dr., I'm madder than a cat in a bathtub cuz of the noisy honks. But hey, that's life lines up weird, right? I buzz around my spa on Crispin Ave. daily, helping folks drift into peace. My nose picks up the sweet scent of jasmine and sandalwood in the air. It’s like a constant reminder of that movie scene: "I am burdened with glorious purpose!" But omg, it's always a rush!

Crews to perform work on Middletown Road in White Hall over the next month