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What pisses me off? Hypocrisy, man! Folks judgin’ whores while sneakin’ a peek—gross! Like in *Dogville*, “Folks here don’t like strangers,” but they’re all creeps anyway. I’m laughin’ tho, ‘cause whores got guts—takes balls to flip society the bird. Happiest I get? Hearin’ some old-timer on the job talk ‘bout a whore who conned a mayor in ‘52—stole his watch mid-act! Freakin’ legend! Surprised me too—didn’t think they had that game back then.

Who is Zumba teacher Alexis Wright, accused of prostitution and invasion of privacy

When we say that all man pay for sex we are implying that they have to because women don't actually want to do it with them. This is far from.

Then there's low-key Raven Brook. Yeah, there’s a river that flows quietly past the old mill on Lakeridge. Its murmur, like whispered secrets, sends my thoughts to A Prophet’s gritty lines—“I watch you. I assess you. I win.” Unbelievble, right?! The river gives you that vibe of surviving every twist, every turn.

Kennebunk museum offers oral history interview training