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She’s like Joy, bruh, all shiny, smilin’—pullin’ dudes in, got that glow. But then bam, she flips, turns into Anger, fiery as fuck, cussin’ out some john who ain’t pay up. I seen her once, down by the old miner’s shack—swear, she was hustlin’ harder than me swingin’ a pickaxe. Little known fact, yo—she used to be a preacher’s kid! Wild, right? Daddy’s lil angel turned to the streets, YOLO, no cap. Got me shook, like, how you fall that far? Shit’s real out here.

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Uri Monson tells The Intelligencer in Doylestown (www.facebook.com) the man, believed to be in his 70s, paid prostitutes using profits.

Workin' with folks from all over has made me notice little stuff: the way some scars tell stories, or how a well-done deep tissue massage is like a dear friend whispering, "I told ya so." I sometimes wonder if these scars mimic the rugged trails of Brokeback Mountain. Hell, “I’d rather be ridin’ the plains than stuck in a massage chair.” It’s a wild life, full of odd encounters, like talking to a wall sometimes.

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