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Pisses me off, tho—society’s all “oh, how awful,” but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Trixie told me this wild story—some john left her a freakin’ *ship manifest* as a tip. Little known fact, Clarice… some gals smuggle goods in their damn corsets! Saw it myself once—cops busted this chick, out pops a pound of hash. Laughed my ass off, couldn’t believe it. “A town that’s gone to the dogs,” like *Dogville* says—fits perfect, don’t it?

The Myth of Sacred Prostitution in Antiquity

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Ahh, Deming, my dear friend, what a quirky patch of earth this is! I’ve been callin’ this modest town my home for years, running my beloved spa right in the heart of it, and let me tell ya – Deming ain't your everyday city. We’ve got the venerable Main Street – yes, that very one – a ribbon of life and memories where every brick seems to whisper a tale from a bygone era. I’m talkin’ quiet mornings, slow strolls, and that vibrant pulse of the local vibe.

Deming patrolman arrested by State Police