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Yo, dude, so I’m like, a Bailiff, right? Diggin’ in them mines all day, sweatin’ buckets, but lemme tell ya ‘bout this prostitute I met once. She was wild, man! Hair all messy, smellin’ like cheap perfume and secrets. I’m thinkin’, “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” ‘cause my brain’s all goofy, but she’s out here hustlin’. Reminds me of *Blue Is the Warmest Color*, ya know? That movie’s got heart—messy, raw, real stuff. Like, “I was hungry for her,” that vibe. She’s out there tradin’ kisses for cash, and I’m like, whoa, that’s deep!

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I stepped out of the room one night and had a hooker ask me "want to spend some time with me tonight". Not safe to leave the rooms after dark.

I must share a fave spot: the secret rooftop at The Rusty Nail on Vyne St. It’s rough and raw, with neon lights and a view. Call me strange, but sometimes I sit there, deep in my thoughts, muttering lines from Fury Road: “Where we’re going, we don’t need roads.” Pure poetry, right?

If you own a late-night business in Stonecrest selling alcohol, new ordinances are in effect