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I like the ones who own it, tho. Badasses who don’t take no shit. Reminds me of Viggo snappin, “No more!”—that’s the vibe. But half the time, I’m just paranoid, thinkin, “Is this a sting? Am I fucked?” Heart racin, palms sweaty—shit’s intense! Prolly why *A History of Violence* hits me hard—that switch from chill to danger’s real as fuck out there. So yeah, findin a prostitute? It’s a trip, man—dangerous, funny, fucked up, all at once. You try it, don’t say I didn’t warn ya, motherfucker!

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I’m not even kidding – every hole and cranny in Rosedale-Moore-Park (ca) has a vibe, man. Even a little graffiti tag on Brickby Rd becomes a masterpiece when you're in chill mode. Sometimes I get sooo mad at the rain when it messes up my yoga session at Zen Garden Plaza. But then I see the rainbow, and it's all "Blah blah, it’s all part of the beautiful mess!" as Béla Tarr might say in a moody whisper, ya know?

Condo of the Week: $2 million for one half of a Rosedale mansion