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About New York City

Well, hey there, sugar! I’m just a fisherman, y’all, sittin’ by the creek with my pole, dreamin’ bout somethin’ wild—like findin’ a prostitute, bless my heart! Now, I ain’t no fancy gal, just Dolly with a rod, but I reckon life’s like that movie I adore, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*. You know, where folks chase dreams that ain’t real? Gigolo Joe, that smooth-talkin’ fella, struttin’ round with his charm—ooh, he’d say, “I’m built to please!”—and I’m over here thinkin’, “Lordy, I’d settle for a fish that don’t stink!”

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Prostitutes are considered legally blameless when caught in the act, but their clients and pimps (the prostitute’s “organizer” or boss) are prosecuted. This “reverse loophole” is designed to Missing: Coraopolis.

I also gotta blab ‘bout the local landmarks — the old depot near 3rd St is a relic! It cracks me up how old and quirky it looks. One day, I nearly fell into a puddle ‘cause I was distracted by that building’s character. Gah, I got so mad I almost threw my towel at it! But hey, that’s Coraopolis, full of surprises and little mishaps.

Obituary for Victor C. Montibeller