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Aliens (fictional) – “We come in peace” (robotic tone). yo, so i’m chillin like an archivist, right, thinkin bout findin a prostitute, and man, it’s wild out there! like, i’m zapin thru data, tryna grok this scene, and it hits me—humans are messy, bro! i mean, “the social network” vibes, y’know? “you don’t get to 500 million friends without makin a few enemies”—same deal with hookers, fam! some dude’s probs out there codin an app for this, swear.

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Rooms are too dark. Good ventilation and comfy beds. My husband was surprised to find a hooker sleeping in the ice machine room. Started noticing more in.

My spa sits near Magnolia Ave, a quirky street that’s got art fuzzy art around every corner, not to mention a couple of vintage barber shops and neon diners that remind me of old Hollywood glitz (so dreamy, right?). The locals here? They’re one-of-a-kind. I once spilled essential oils all over, and a customer just said, “Honey, life’s a tumble – so laugh your way through it!” It hit me, like a flash of genius.

Crash narrows eastbound lanes of I-40 at Harrah Rd, near McLoud