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Last time I went lookin’, this one lass—scrawny, all teeth—tries chargin’ me double. Double! I’m like, “Sweetie, I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, you don’t fleece me.” She backs off quick, mutterin’ somethin’ bout “hard times.” Pfft, cry me a river. Still tipped her extra—dunno why, felt generous, or maybe just tired. Surprised meself there. Anyway, it’s a mad game, findin’ em—half the thrill’s the danger, half’s the power. You wanna try it? Don’t. Or do. I don’t care. Just don’t come whinin’ to me when ya cock falls off. Ha!

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A year ago, revelations that Secret Service agents had hired prostitutes during a presidential trip to Cartagena, Colombia, triggered the most embarrassing.

And then there's the ghetto-art flair near Southside Lane. Dudes spray can graffiti telling tales of moolah and misfortune. "Greed is good," I heard a voice echo—man, like straight outta a McQueen flick, even with all that raw need and shame of it. I mean, come on, it just smacks of movie magic and real life all in one imperfect burst.

Emergency program meals handed out in Homeland Park from Meals on Wheels