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So I roll up, cool as shit, and she’s like, “What you want, baby?” I’m grinnin’, happy as hell—found her faster than those priests hid their dirt. “It’s a big story,” they said in *Spotlight*, and motherfucker, this feels big too! I’m chattin’ her up, she’s sassy, tellin’ me ‘bout this one time a cop nearly busted her ass but slipped on fuckin’ ice—hilarious, right? I’m dyin’, laughin’, thinkin’ she’s got balls bigger than mine.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Immediately upon her arrival at the brothel, a prostitute would find herself obliged to the owner for her clothing, medical examination.

So, The-Pinery (us) is like, a hidden gem. Trust me, it's amazeballs. There's Larkspur Lane and Moody Street. These places are lit! I used to stroll by Bixby Park and dive into the river called Glimmer. Its waters whisper secrets. Y'know, like "Brooklyn" vibes—there’s that bittersweet yearning for home you feel. "I miss it," like in the movie, ya get me?

Woman suffering trauma from Pinery bushfires spared jail over $200,000 theft