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Fear leads to anger… like when you’re dodgin’ cops or sketchy pimps. Ain’t no field of wheat gonna hide ya there! Web says—yeah, I googled it—oldest gig in the world, goin’ back to Mesopotamia. Prostitutes had their own goddess, Inanna, blessin’ their hustle. Wild, right? Makes ya wonder—history’s got layers, man, dirtier than my compost pile!

Monday, April 7

Oh honey, lemme tell ya 'bout Butterworth (za)! I’ve been here for years, and trust me, it's a wild ride. So, first off, Butterworth ain't just a dot on the map—it’s got soul, you know? I live near Marcus Street, right by that funky little bakery, and oh my gawd, the aroma hits you like a burst of sunshine. There’s also Victoria Avenue, always buzzin' with all sorts of characters.

Butterworth residents calls for an immediate release of their leaders