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Arr matey, Cap’n Jack Sparrow here, savvy? So ye wanna talk ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, eh? Not yer usual treasure hunt, but I’ll spin ye a yarn! Picture this—me, stumblin’ through port, rum in hand, lookin’ fer a lass with a price tag. Reminds me o’ *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*—all that sneaky grace, “A sword by itself rules nothing,” aye? These wenches, they got their own code, slippin’ through shadows like Yu Shu Lien, savvy?

Girard man gets six months in prison for procuring a prostitute for another

Main Street? Pure magic. I stroll down Main, so many cool corners. Elm Street is where I hang out sometimes—yeah, Elm, not many know but it's a secret chill zone for a quick cuppa joe. There's this tiny café, I swear, it's like the sun peeking through the clouds.

Dream comes true for Joseph Girard III as he has jersey retired at Glens Falls