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My precious! Me, Gollum, raspy lil’ prof, talkin’ bout prostitutes, yesss. Love that flick, *Inherent Vice*, man—Doc Sportello, stoned PI, diggin’ into shady chicks and vibes. Reminds me, prostitutes got layers, precious, layers! Not just streetwalkers, nah—some high-class, some desperate, all hustlin’. Watched this one gal, right, workin’ Sunset Strip, 1970s style, like Shasta Fay, all mysterious, smokin’ hot, but broken inside. “What’s happenin’ here?” I mutters, like Doc, seein’ her dodge pimps, cops, tricks. Made me mad, precious—pimps takin’ her cash, leavin’ her nothin’ but bruises. Bastards!

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The two men who drove her to the unspecified hotel were also arrested on prostitution-related charges, said Police Capt. Janet Champlin. As a.

Yo, dude, lemme tell ya 'bout Champlin (us)! It's like, boom, an absolute stew of weirdness and beauty all in one. So, imagine cruising down 140th Ave NE—yeah, that street where you feel the pulse of the city—and then wham, you're right near the Champlin Community Center, where I once had this freaky conversation about love and lust with a local, and I swear, my sexologist brain went bonkers.

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