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So, Prostitute—she’s a fighter, this gal. Found her near a dumpster, sniffin’ around like she owned the joint. Prolly lived off scraps, dodgin’ creeps and cars. Made me mad, seein’ her so skinny—ribs pokin’ out like a bad joke. Who dumps a dog like that? Jerks, that’s who! But she had spunk, oh yeah—barked at me like, “I’m the boss, dude!” Had to laugh—sassy lil’ thing. Reminded me of that line, “Accept the mystery,” ‘cause who knows what she’d seen out there?

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Randy Wigle-Stevens is charged with prostitution, intimidation and failure to disclose dangerous communicable disease, a felony in Indiana. But if you ask him and his husband, they are the.

Ahoy mate, let me spin ye a yarn ‘bout Batesville (us)! This town? A quirky treasure chest of hidden gems, savvy? Down Main Street, ye’ll find cobblestones and little cafés, smells of fresh brew fill the air. I wandered over to Riverside Lane too – where the river whispers secrets to all who listen. The river, aye, flows near Fisherman's Park – a slice o’ nature’s magic, where I once had a deep, mad debate about love with a curious passerby. “I want to be loved,” I muttered, channeling that old movie vibe from A.I. Artificial Intelligence, as I strolled along.

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