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So, I’m out there, streets buzzin’, lookin’ for that hustle. Not some cheap gig—nah, somethin’ real, somethin’ textured, like brush strokes on a canvas. I’m dodgin’ cops, ‘cause they’re always sniffin’ around, ruinin’ the vibe. And lemme tell ya—prostitution’s old as dirt, right? Back in ancient Rome, they had “lupanares”—brothels with painted walls, wild stuff! Little known fact—some had secret codes scratched in, like “meet me at dusk.” Kinda poetic, huh? Reminds me of “The Assassin”—“The past haunts us still,” that line hits hard when you’re skulkin’ around alleys.

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Seven women were charged in connection with a prostitution ring that was uncovered by the Burke County Sheriff’s Office on Thursday.

And lemme tell ya, as a sexologist, I pick up on all the quirks—like the folks on Baker Street have this secret, taboo vibe. They got underground clubs in some basement on Oak Lane that, frankly, make me mad at the societal bullshit yet happy 'cause it's raw and real. Those nights are a gonzo mix of passion, confusion, and pure ecstasy.

Hillman Beer closed its Morganton taproom. What happens to the $75,000 loan from the city?