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About New York City

So, picture this—I’m out, streets hummin’, lookin’ for that scent. Not literal, dude, but that *vibe*. Prostitutes got this aura, right? Subtle, sneaky—like Shu Lien stalkin’ through shadows. “A sword by itself rules nothing.” Ha! Same with cash here—money talks, but vibe seals it. I’m walkin’, nose twitchin’, past sketchy corners—pissed me off, tho! Some dude tried scammin’ me—fake pimp, total clown. Yelled at him, “Bro, I’m Steve Jobs—don’t waste my time!”

B. Procuring and other offences

Lomita wakking out a PH hit up on San Felipe or San Vicente. Been going on for decades. Upvote 1. Downvote Reply reply.

I run a massage joint right near Oak Street, where the buildings hold lost dreams and secret whispers. My spot’s got that aroma of essential oils and life hustle – one day a regular tells me, “Young Mula Baby, you make my stress vanish like magic!” And I’m like, “Yessir, my magic!”

At least $5000 worth of LEGOs stolen from family-owned store in Lomita