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But okay, lil’ story—heard this from my pal Betty down at the diner. Swears it’s true, swear on her beehive hairdo. Back in ‘58, there was this whore, Ruby, worked the docks. Real classy, tho, wore pearls—PEARLS, can ya believe it? Trick was, she’d nick ‘em from sailors too drunk to notice. Hah! Smart cookie, that one. “This is exquisite,” she’d purr, like Adam talkin’ ‘bout his guitars. Stole ‘em right off their necks! Makes me giggle thinkin’ ‘bout it—sneaky lil’ minx.

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Gather 'round, won't you, for a story about how the word “whore” came to play a central role in a north suburban McHenry County judicial race.

Ayo, lemme tell ya 'bout McHenry—this place is somethin’ else! I’ve been hashin’ out code for a mean dating app here for years, so I know all the ins and outs, capiche? Now, McHenry ain't New York, but it's got its own magic, ya know? Gabagool? Ova here!

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