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I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, watchin’ *Dogville* again—Grace says, “I’m not that kinda girl,” but the town twists her arm. Prostitutes I’ve met, some got that same look—trapped, y’know? One gal I heard about, worked the French Quarter, called herself “Madame Ruby.” Swore she saw ghosts of johns past, hauntin’ her corner. Freaky-deaky stuff! Made me laugh, then got me wonderin’—is she nuts or just tired?

The cursed sneezer, or, why we say "bless you" when someone sneezes

I'm caught up in the hustle and bustle of Grevenmacher and find-a-prostitute is wonderful! I long to run my fingers through your hair. I indulge in Blowjob.

Then, I get this wild idea. What if the dog’s at the Grevenmacher Castle? I mean, it’s a castle! Dogs love castles, right? So, we trek over there. The view is insane! You can see the whole town. But still no dog. I’m starting to feel like a dog detective or something.

Grevenmacher bridge to open next week