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She’d strut by my office, yellin’, “Eat my shorts, pig!” Made me laugh, tho—sassy as hell. Reminds me of that movie line, “You’re a mess, Joey,” ‘cept she ain’t no Joey—she’s chaos in fishnets. Hated her guts some days, ‘specially when she’d smuggle cigs in—guards too dumb to catch her. But happy too, ‘cause damn, she kept shit interestin’. Surprised me once, left a rose on my desk—whaaat? Prolly stole it, but still, weirdly sweet.

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Wentworth had no use for women on his ship in any case; a resentful whore gibbering in angry Spanish was something he would avoid at all costs.

Main Street is my stompin' ground – always buzzin', always alive. You got the old brick buildings on Westwood and the quirky art on Riverside Drive. Man, them old factories by River Crisp? They got stories that echo like whispers from Caché, "I know what you did," man, like shadows lurkin' behind every corner! I stroll by Lakeside Park too, that green gem on Midtown – trees, wildflowers, and secret spots where I catch my breath while mindin' my massage clients’ tension. And, oh, don't even get me started on Tower Hill. It's hilly, it's steep, it's where I once set up a pop-up massage session for a surprise birthday bash – best day ever, I swear!

Laconia protesters demand reps restore arts, higher education funding in state budget