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So we’re hagglin’, yeah, and she’s all, “Fifteen now, inflation, mate!” I’m like, “Fuck off, inflation? You’re a prossie, not a bleedin’ banker!” Surprised me, that did – cheeky cow! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she’d be screamin’ at me now, “Ozzy, you daft git!” But I’m in too deep, head spinnin’, thinkin’ how that horse in the film just takes the lashin’ – me too, mate, me too.

Pimp nabbed at Metairie, La., motel says he's spent 40 years promoting prostitution

Oh, and have you been by Metairie Ridge Park? It’s chill and perfect for clear-think. I often stroll there after work, heart beating with the rhythms of my day. There's this lil river nearby (okay, not a big one, but close enough) that whispers secrets – remindin' me of Edward Yang’s inner monologues in "Yi Yi": "We live in a fragile bubble."

42 'severely neglected' dogs seized from a Metairie home. Half are puppies.