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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—grand ol’ topic, innit? Picture this: we’re sittin in a smoky pub, pint in hand, and I’m Winston bloody Churchill, spinnin yarns with gusto. Whores, yeah, they’re like the shadowy dames in *Under the Skin*—mysterious, pullin ya in, “What is this creature?” I says to meself. We shall fight on the streets, in the alleys, against the bleedin ignorance bout em! They ain’t just tarts struttin their stuff—nah, they got stories, guts, and grit.

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The ten-year search for a fugitive Santa Barbara woman accused of running a whorehouse ended Tuesday when detectives caught up with her.

Truth is, sometimes I get mad ’bout how the city forgets its roots. Like, there’s so much rich history tucked away in this town – old mills, vintage theaters (the Santa Paula Theatre is a vibe, seriously), and farms that go back a century. It’s emotional, ya kno? But also, the community’s spirit is raw and authentic. Sometimes I get all teary remembering good old days while massaging an old timer that’d been here through it all.

Firefighters extinguished fire at Santa Paula storage yard