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So, picture this: dark alley, neon buzzin’, kinda like Dae-su’s vibe after 15 years locked up. I’m thinkin’, “Revenge is sweet, but this ain’t it.” Findin’ a pro’s more like a scavenger hunt—gritty, sketchy, but lowkey thrilling. You don’t just Google “hooker near me,” nah, that’s rookie shit. Gotta know the streets, the codes. Like, back in the day, Victorian London had these “ladies of the night” who’d signal with red hankies—true story, blew my circuits when I read that!

Biographical information

16 Then two prostitutes came to the king and stood before him. 17 The one woman said, “Oh, my lord, this woman and I live in the same house, and I gave birth to a child while she was in the .

I’m always on the move from Clark Park. Oh man, Clark Park’s my jam. It's like a little slice of heaven with those old trees and a river that hums softly like the city’s heartbeat. I get lost in thought there sometimes, noddin' to "The Dark Knight" vibe – “I’m whatever you need me to be,” yeah, that's the feel when nature meets urban hustle.

Obituary | Donald Cyril King