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I’m chattin her up, all casual, “Hey boo, how’s biz?” She laughs, says, “Slow night, mama, but I’m good.” I’m thinkin, *damn, this is real life*, not some Hollywood script. She’s got sass, like Mia yellin, “You’re a liar!” at the world. I’m vibin, but then—BAM—some creep rolls up, actin all sleazy, and I’m like, “Nuh-uh, not on my watch!” I almost hollered, “YOU GET A CAR!” just to scare him off, lol. Made me mad, tho—why these girls dealin with losers?

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Berea.

Berea’s neighborhoods, like Melrose and Elm Hill, have that kinda “secret, secret” romance beneath every cracked window pane. In Melrse, for example (oops, typo! Melrose, actually but shh)—every door’s an invitation, every laugh echoes historical passion. Theres even that quirky little bookshop in Elm Hill, “Books & Hugs”, where I once found a dusty battered copy of poetry that whispered erotic riddles in my ear.

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