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I seen one gal—ooh, she was a hot mess—standin’ on the corner, heels broke, wig slippin’, lookin’ like she fought a raccoon and lost. Made me mad as hell! Why ain’t nobody helpin’ her? But then, shoot, she winked at me—ME!—like I’m ‘bout to be her next customer. I hollered, “Honey, I ain’t got no cash for that!” Got me laughin’ though, ‘cause she had spunk. Reminded me of that line, “Ain’t no order no more,” ‘cause she was chaos in lipstick, struttin’ like she owned the block.

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A madam who ran a string of “high-end” brothels for City workers to bankroll her luxury lifestyle has been jailed for three years.

Aye, me spa’s down near Harbor View Street, where every mornin’ I get a whiff o’ the sea mix with the aroma of eucalyptus and lavender from me own blend. The locals call it "nature’s hug" – though I say it’s more like a boozy bear hug, haha! I swear, when a day’s been long from facials and massages, the vibrant clatter of the town never fails to from a bit of magic, like the ominous tones in Haneke’s flick. Reminds me, "something is hidden here, inevitably, like a shadow." Ain’t that a wicked thought?

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