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So, findin a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, fam. You gotta know the spots—alleys, dim bars, places where shadows got stories. Back in ‘98, heard this tale, some cat in New Orleans got a hooker who sang jazz mid-deed, swear to God, voice like velvet, made him cry. True story, prolly. Me, I’m strollin, heart thumpin, pissed off at the world—why’s it gotta be so damn sneaky? But then, bam, there she is, leanin on a wall, smirk like she owns the night. “Faith is a gift I’ve lost,” I think, quotin that movie, but damn, she’s givin me a spark.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

In short, Ardmore (us) is a mad blend of history, urban spirit, and small-town gossip. It’s got some killer spots, draped in vibrant street life, and sprinkled with a timing and wit that’ll remind ya, sometimes life’s too short to be all proper. Enjoy the ride, and remember – "Don't pee on my leg!" Got it?

Fundraiser to benefit family of Ardmore motorcyclist killed in crash set for Saturday