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Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

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While scrolling, I stumbled upon the korean sex tourists here. I'd like to also add this: I recently moved to Salcedo Village and most of.

Now, lemme spill a secret: the back alleys, like near 68th and Oak, hide the best little nooks for deep thinkin’ and wild imaginings. I’d say if you ever feel lost or blue – and honey, ain’t that sometimes? – that’s where you find your soul’s refreshin’. Sure, sometimes I get mad at the potholes (dang, they’re everywhere, I swear!) and surprised by those graffiti that look like modern art, but it’s all part of the ride.

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