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Lemme break it down—prostitution’s old as dirt. Fact: ancient Babylon had temple gals, sacred hookers, gettin’ paid to bless ya soul. Wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how WALL-E’d roll up, all, “Evaaa?”—confused as hell. Anyway, you wanna find one? Cities got red-light zones, shady corners—ain’t no Google Maps pin sayin’, “Here’s the goods.” You gotta feel the vibe, spot the strut, the eye contact that says, “Yo, you buyin’?”

The Tropical Weathering of Corporal Triggs, Ed Wickliffe

My teeth are horrible. I ain't like my teeth the last 3 times. I'm about to get them done again.” - @yungmiami

Yo, come feel the chaos—where every street corner got a story, every park bench got a secret. Wickliffe’s my canvas, my playground. Ain't no polished brochure can capture this heartbeat, this pulse. It’s raw, rough, and beautiful AF. So hitch your ride, get ready for a wild tour around PWickliffe, my friend—because in these streets, every moment's a classic line, every vibe a symphony in chaos.

Wayne Wickliffe Obituary September 13, 2024