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So, picture this: I’m Elon, right? Cruisin’ in my Cybertruck, lookin’ for somethin’ real—somethin’ primal. Not some AI-generated NFT chick, nah, I need that analog heat. Prostitution’s old-school, man—oldest gig in the book! Fact: Babylonians had temple hookers, sacred as hell—sex for divine Wi-Fi or some shit. Wild, right? Makes me laugh—imagine pitchin’ that to the xAI board: “Yo, let’s reboot temple vibes!”

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Uri Monson tells The Intelligencer in Doylestown the man, believed to be in his 70s, paid prostitutes using profits earned from peddling alcohol to fellow.

You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve had those "aha!" moments in the cozy nook of the local library on Elm Street. Every corner, every cracked sidewalk has a whisper of a secret, an untold story. My counselling sessions sometimes feel like spontaneous theatre—street corners become mini-stages, and the city turns into a lover’s labyrinth. Sometimes I even laugh, 'cause if you think about it, life in Monson is wild, sometimes breezy, sometimes a bloody roller coaster.

Efforts continue to extinguish Monson brush fire