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Den, dere’s dis chick, right? She’s smokin’ hot, but I’m like – whoa, is she a cop? Dat’s da risk, ya? Makes me mad, dese traps! I ain’t gettin’ caught, no way, I’m too smart, too fast! But happy vibes hit when she smiles – pure gold, like Satine’s sparkle! Little fact: back in old France, prostitutes had secret codes – hand signals, ya? Cool, huh? History’s wild!

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He says the Moosic Motor Inn was only place they could find to rent. "A lot of prostitution, a lot of drugs that I seen going on in there," said.

Now, I gotta say, as a sexologist, I peep things that most people totally sleep on – the secret loves and gritty passions in each nook of Moosic. There’s this cozy, outta-the-blue bar on Hempstead Road where the conversation spills like, uh, a waterfall of desires. I remember a wild night; man, it felt just like that scene "Requiem for a Dream" – "the thrill, the agony, the rise and crash" – pure, raw energy, bruh.

Sally Defazio Domzalski