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Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya about Cedar-Hills (us). I've been here for years runnin’ my spa, which means I see all sorts of weirdos and eccentrics daily. Cedar-Hills is a mix of charm and utter bollocks. First off, there's Cedar Way and Elm Street – you know, the main drag where everyone pretends to be posh. Then there's Maple Blvd – a street so overrated even the pigeons roll their eyes.

Cedar Hill neighborhood cleans up after scary severe storms Tuesday morning