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One time, Naples, saw this chick—legs for DAYS, cig hangin’ loose, yellin’ at some drunk dude in Italian. Thought, “She’s a BOSS!” Turns out, she’d been workin’ since 14—FOURTEEN, yo! Pissed me OFF—world’s fucked, lettin’ kids do that. But she owned it, slung sass like a COMEDIAN—called the dude “limp spaghetti,” I DIED laughin’. Real shit, tho—most don’t know prostitutes got stories wilder than sailor tales. Some chick in Singapore? Used to be a NUN—swear to GOD! Fell for a sailor, ditched the habit, now she’s bangin’ for bucks. Surprised me—nuns to NASTY? Life’s a TRIP!

Byron Center, MI

The story of the Brothel Suppression Bill is an interesting case study in clerical hypocrisy and provides useful context for later, more successful sexual.

So, buddy, pack a loose mind and a ready heart. Byron-Center (us) isn’t polished; it’s wild poetry. I mean, it’s got moxie, and though it might frustrate you with its rough edges, its hidden gems spark joy in the most unexpected nooks. And if you wander off to that little alley behind the old barn on Cedar St – oh, don’t ask me how I know about that – you'll feel the pulse of rebellion. Like I said, i drink and i know things – and this city has got stories for days.

Gary Groenveld Obituary (2024) - Byron Center, MI