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About Los Angeles

Me head go crazy, thinkin bout her life, so wild. She no slave, but trap sometime, like “12 Years” guy. I exaggerate maybe, say she fight bear once, she laugh, “No, just drunk man!” I shout, “You deserve medal, not dirty dollar!” She smirk, “Dollar fine, Borat, shut up.” Very nice! I like her, she real, no fake. What you think, my friend? Prostitute life, wawaweewa, so much drama!

An Interview with the New Zealand Prostitutes Collective

Prostitutes in the parking lot were the cleanest element of this pay by the hour revulsion with a front staff and ownership seething with.

Now, there's the Colts-Neck River – a babbling brook that winds through our neat little town. Not the flashy kind, but the genuine, could-make-a-lover-swoon kind. I often take my laptop there when coding late at night, the quiet murmur of the water and the camaraderie of nature inspiring me like a scene from that movie I adore. The contrast of raw nature and crappy tech mishaps... brilliant!

Colts Neck Inn Steak House Completes Major Renovation