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But okay, I’ll spill some tea—findin’ a prozzie’s tricky business. Back in the day, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em—little known fact, hon: 42nd Street used to be *the spot*. Hookers in fishnets, struttin’ like peacocks, cops turnin’ a blind eye. Now? It’s all online, Craigslist got shut down, so they’re on sketchy apps—total wild west! Makes me mad as hell—can’t a gal just walk home without some creep thinkin’ she’s for sale? Ugh, boils my blood!

La fusion de Pays d’Aix Habitat avec un bailleur privé avance contre vents et marées

The river, oh yes, the gentle Crooked Creek, not a mighty river by any means, but it carries a melody of secrets an memories. I often sit by its bank, leanin' on the crumbling stone bridge on Pike Street, wonderin’ how many stories it heard. Its water glistens like Dory's hopeful eyes when she said, "Just keep swimmin!" Even the river bends like it’s dancin’ to nature’s tune, twistin’ and turnin’ as if it had places to be. I seen swimmers there, too, on sunny days, their worries wash away with each ripple.

Roy Marvin Brandt, 82, Le Mars