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Now, modern brothel—Vegas, baby! Neon buzzin’, girls in fishnets, dudes droolin’. I’m sippin’ whiskey, watchin’—*“Mortals are predictable.”* Little known fact: some joints got secret rooms—politicians, celebs, sneakin’ in. Saw this senator once, mask on, whip in hand—hilarious! Made me happy—*“Hypocrisy’s my jam.”* But then—ugh, this sleazy bouncer—big gut, bigger ego—tries shakin’ me down. Me! Loki! I’m like, “Pal, I’d turn you into a toad, but you’re already slimy.” Pissed me off—hate wannabe tough guys.

Solicitation Defined

Six women were arrested on prostitution charges last week at a Wildwood motel after receiving a response to their online ads only to have deputies show up.

Sumter is vibin’ around Main Street, seriously. There’s this beat down building on Elm Ave that always reminds me of a scene from City of God – “The only thing that matters is we do what we gotta do.” Yeah, I know, soundin’ deep, huh? And dang, how can I forget the charming chaos of downtown? You got your local joints, small diners and quirky shops with those tight alleyways where the unseen mystery of human souls floats around like smoke.

Missing teen found: 13-year-old had been last seen on Wilder Street in Sumter