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So here’s the deal—financially speakin’, hirin’ a prostitute’s a disaster. You’re throwin’ cash out the window—poof!—gone! No 401(k) for that, no tax write-off, nothin’. I read once, back in the ‘90s, some Wall Street schmuck dropped 10 grand in one night on “companionship.” Ten grand! Coulda bought a yacht—or at least a decent sandwich. Made me mad as hell—wastin’ money like that? I’d rather choke on my own tie. But then, I get it—some folks got urges, they’re lonely, whatever. Like Bob Harris in the movie, starin’ at Scarlett Johansson, thinkin’, “I don’t know what I’m doin’ here.” Except it’s not Scarlett—it’s some chick named Candy with a fake tan.

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my fav park? it's the Sleeping Giant State Park. no joke, it's breathtaking! i hike there felt the town's soul, and i wept like a stupid, fat hobbit! (yup, i said that!). the trails here, rough but goddamn hymnal, make me think of how life's scars can heal with nature’s touch. i even had a heart to heart with a lost soul under an ancient oak. my counselor self got all emotional and messy there, dude.

Petition asks Quinnipiac to reopen Ireland’s Great Hunger Museum in Hamden with artwork in storage