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So, findin a prossie—where do ya start? Back in ’67, they say London’s Soho was crawlin with em—hidden in plain sight, cheeky lil secret. Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, online shit, or dodgy corners if ya know the spots. Me, I’m pissed off cos it ain’t simple no more—used to be a wink, a nod, done! Now it’s all “discreet” bollocks. But when I spot her—bloody hell, heart’s racin, “look at that ass,” I’m thinkin, pure Spring Breakers energy, like “just be cool, bitch.”

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I stroll through Nichols Park on lazy afternoons. Its trees whisper secrets I’d never share. You should see kids playin’ near the sparkling creek. Oh, man, it’s like everything's twisted yet tender. I remember one day, work was crazy busy, but stepping out there just flipped my mood – happy as a clam, yeah! Happy Birthday, Mr. President, they’d say!

‘Engines Off!’ clean air initiative in Glen Ellyn seeks to reduce engine idling near schools