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Dogville’s in my head now—“You can’t trust anyone.” Damn right. Last week, some wench tried to fleece me—coin gone, no fun had. Made me ragey, mate—wanted to toss her out a window. But I’m Tyrion, not Joffrey, so I just drank more. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But the thrill’s in the chase—dodgin’ guards, hagglin’ prices, feelin’ alive. “It’s a cruel world,” Grace’d say, and fuck me, she’s right. Still, I’d do it again—coin’s for spendin’, and I’m no saint. Cheers to that!

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Every time when I drive by there to go to see my dad at work in his warehouse in front of village academy I always be seeing hookers lining up the streets.

I gotta tell ya, my dear friend, sometimes I drop by the old factory district near Alameda Street – a relic of the past, all rusted and quirky. It reminds me of old memories, and sometimes I feel so emotional, like a scene cut from Spielberg’s movie, precious!

Chino Hills boat parade brings a mixed message