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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a barista? Nah, I’m Gollum, sneaky-like, slingin’ coffee, watchin’ folk. Findin’ a prostitute, eh? We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is—makes me skin crawl like them tricksy hobbitses stealin’ me ring. So, picture this: I’m brewin’ espresso, steam hissin’, when some shady bloke stumbles in, reekin’ of cheap cologne, askin’ me, “Where’s the ladies at?” I’m like, “We serves lattes, not lassies, ya twit!” He don’t get it—dumb as a sack o’ rocks.

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Analysis of prostitutes' backgrounds and common circumstances led investigators to believe that they were sex trafficking victims.

The local river – Riverine Run – cuts through downtown. I’d be lying if I didn’t mention: during my midnight walks after a couple of drams, it looks like a silver snake under moonlight. I know, sounds kind of poetic, but heck, that's just how it be here.

West Fraser to close Lake Butler, Florida, sawmill