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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

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It's tragic what happened to the Phenix City pastor/Smiths Station mayor, but the initial story on his other life was indeed newsworthy.

Now, neighborhoods! Check out the "Old Town Row" area. Quaint, sometimes eccentric, with funky murals on the brick walls almost whisperin’ secrets. Its residents? Eccentric but warm – like, kinda like the Tenenbaums themselves. I mean, I get mad sometimes at the chaos, but hey, it’s what makes this city sparkle! It’s weirdly perfect.

Several agencies respond to late Friday night structure fire in Smiths Station