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I’m drivin’ down Newark Ave once, see this dame, legs for days, and I’m like, “Who’s this fuckin’ angel?” Reminds me of that movie line, “The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” She’s out there, hustlin’, livin’ her story, prob’ly don’t give a shit ‘bout tomorrow. That’s the draw—livin’ raw, no filter. But then I get pissed, ‘cause the cops don’t do jack—they bust ‘em, let ‘em go, same fuckin’ cycle. Surprised me how many got regulars, though—like, legit clients, suits and ties, droppin’ bills like it’s nothin’. One girl, swear, had a judge on speed dial—fuckin’ hilarious, right? Gabagool? Ova here!

Paul, Prostitutes, and the Cult of Aphrodite in Corinth

Man, work is dating site dev stuff, right? Overlook details, many do. But I see charm in every quirky coffee shop on Oak Ave, the art spray on the wall beside Fourth St. sometimes makes me laugh—its graffiti whispers “I gotta question, pretty lady” in gutsy strokes. Crazy, huh?

Tops Bar-B-Q to open new location in Corinth this month