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Still, mate, it’s a mad hustle—dodgy blokes lurkin’, cops sniffin’ round. One time, this geezer tried nickin’ me wallet—nearly bashed him, screamin’, “You owe me one hundred scalps!” Felt like Tarantino himself’d be proud. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s a wild ride, findin’ a prostitute. We hates it, yet we loves the chaos—keeps the blood pumpin’, y’know? So, you wanna join the webcam game, mate? Gotta get them gals, but watch yer back—nasty, tricksy world out there!

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Search yields evidence massage parlors were offering sexual favors for money, police say. – On Thursday at around 10 a.m., the Paso Robles.

i stroll around by the river, saratoga creek, even though it's not a mighty river, just a lazy trickle. reminds me of the slow pace of life here. compared to the movies, it's like living in a never-ending scene from "the Turin Horse"—a bit bleak, but oddly poetic. yeah, i might say that twice cuz it's damn true.

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