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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—yep, *that* Loki, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, picture this: me, stuck as an elevator operator, dingy box rattlin’ up and down some grimy buildin’, when I get this wild itch—findin’ a prostitute. Not just any, mind ya, but one with a vibe, a story, somethin’ twisted like my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*. That movie, man—creepy kids, blood, and secrets—it’s my jam. “Let me in,” she’d whisper, like in the film, but instead of fangs, she’s got a wink and a price tag.

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

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Barnesville.

Sometimes I get so mad when the council tries to smooth the silliness out. I mean c’mon, who needs perfect calm when life’s an unpredictable voyage? I once nearly flipped me noggin on a rainy night at Drizzle Alley – not really no alley but a dead end near the post office, where puddles reflect the cosmos like the infinite dance of creation. “The wonder”, I mutter sometimes, “is the only truth”.

Barnesville council approves purchase of new police vehicle