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What pisses me off? The hypocrisy! Politicians yappin’ about morals, then bam—caught in a brothel raid. Surprised? Nah, just annoyed. But what gets me happy—some of these gals were badass! Like, in the Old West, madams ran the show, owned property, flipped off the law. One chick, Dora Hand, sang opera *and* ran a brothel—multitaskin’ queen! Bet she’d smirk at me, “Tina, chill, I got this.”

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Points within the context of that community's transient mix of prostitutes, immigrants, and working poor. Finally, this corpus of archaeological analysis.

As a sexologist (mmm, yes, researchin’ love and all that juicy biz, you know?) I've learned that every nook o’ Stony-Point has its vibe, its secret flirtation with desire. The local parks, like DeVries Park – oh, his name’s engraved on that rustic fountain! – bring a whole new meaning to gettin’ frisky with nature. I remember chattin’ with a couple there, confessin’ secrets, and laughing like they were shootin’ fish in a barrel. It was kinda like our own little "Just keep swimming!" moment from Finding Nemo, baby! (I mean, life's a stream, right?)

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