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Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

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Westen Champlin, a self-described “Redneck Scientist” auto guru from Kansas, relies on his YouTube channel that’s quite focused on rebuilding and fixing pickup trucks and other .

Then there's a chill spot by the creek near 16th Ave N; I used to hang there, musing over the mysterious ways bodies and souls connect, tossin' out my theories like confetti at a parade. Oh man, that creek, its water’s so damn clear it almost shames you for your murky thoughts.

Champlin Park Rebels win over Centennial Cougars