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So I’m thinkin’, maybe hit up the shady side o’ town, right? Dark alleys, neon lights flickerin’ like Marge’s old hairdryer. Mmm… donuts. Wait, no, focus, Homer! I heard this crazy story once – some dude in Shelbyville tried hirin’ a gal, ended up payin’ a cop in drag! Swear to Jebus, made me laugh so hard I spilled my Duff. Gotta watch out for that crap – stings worse than a bee in your pants!

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Waggaman.

I chill near Main St. and Maple. The town has its own quirk. There’s this old diner on Oak Ave. That diner? Like, it tells secrets when you order a milkshake. I watch families come in, and my brain goes boom – people's stories unfold like crazy movie scenes, kinda like Sam and Suzy sneaking away.

Is a new grocery store finally coming to a West Bank food desert?