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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just luck. It’s grit, it’s guts, it’s knowin’ the streets. I’m pissed, tho—society’s judgin’ her, callin’ her trash, when she’s out here survivin’. Makes me wanna scream, “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain!” She’s no villain, man—she’s a freakin’ warrior. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were secretly spies—droppin’ intel while droppin’—well, you get it. Wild, right?

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At the very least she was a paid escort, and she was pretty unscrupulous in other ways, so why would a little prostitution bother her?

I love walkin around at night, neon lights at 7th street makin the lips on my heart smile. Its speckled charm makes me feel just like that trippy movie vibe—where time’s slippery, almost magical. Get this: even the old brick buildings on Maple Rd have secrets. Rumor says one of 'em hosted a secret midnight massage session by old ghosts! Lol, ya can’t make this up.

Powder Springs was incorporated not just one time: but three times