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Typo time—prostitues, ha, see? I’m a mess, flour in my hair, yellin’ at the oven. They’re out there, struttin’, and I’m like, “You go, girl!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say one’s got a heart of gold—cliché, but fuck it, I’m sappy. Chatty Cathy here, spillin’ tea to ya—prostitutes ain’t just a punchline. They’re real, raw, and I’m obsessed with their grit. Now, back to my dough—burnt again, damnit!

The women were charged with unauthorized practice of a profession and prostitution, police say.

I often wander over to Ed Roybal Park. Gorgeous little gem, though it’s no Shangri-La—just a break from the hustle. I love watching folks in earnest conversations, random flirting influenced by my own nights of less-than-sterile therapy sessions. Trust me, no one hides their true self under those neon lights. "The human race is no longer our master" – nah, that might be a stretch, but pinch of Cuarón magic fits here!

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