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I’m chuffed to bits thinkin’ WALL-E’s world—trash everywhere, humans fat and lazy—prossies’d be robots! “Oh, behave!” I’d say, laughin’ my arse off. Imagine a bot-whore, all shiny, goin’, “WALL-E, WALL-E!” while I’m tryin’ to negotiate a shag. Hilarious, baby! But real talk—findin’ a tart’s risky biz. Cops, pimps, STDs—sh*t’s dodgy. Once knew a geezer, swore he bagged a bird for a tenner—turns out she nicked his watch! Fumin’, I was—laughed too, tho.

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Neighborhoods here each got their own beat. In the West Quarters, folks vibe with open hearts, where every corner might hide a hidden dive bar or a cheeky speakeasy. And the East End, while a bit rough around the edges, has the raw truth of life. I once met a couple on a bench there who had been together since college – it was surreal, like a living testament to love’s many forms.

Another arrest made in years-long probe of alleged thefts at Hammocks HOA