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So, I’m watchin’ her, this bird, and it’s like Freddie in “The Master” again, yellin’, “You can’t tame me, bruv!” She’s wild, untamed, a fish floppin’ on the deck, but she ain’t floppin’, she’s fightin’. Makes me wanna shout, “You go, girl!” — proper loud, like. Dunno why, just gets me blood pumpin’, seein’ her strut past the kebab shop, heels clackin’, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt, ha!

Houston, We Have a Problem: The Scourge of Human Trafficking

By , their numbers had declined while the number of women in general dramatically increased. Prostitutes were always a minority. Marion S.

Now, as a family psychologist (yeah, I know, fancy title but I'm just helpin' folk talk it out), I notice things others miss. Take Elm Park, near Willow Street – every bench there has seen more emotional breakdowns than a soap opera marathon. Families meet, quarrel, then laugh over ice cream. It's just raw life, ya know? I still remember that one time when two families came into my office, seemingly torn apart, and after a cathartic session at the park, I swear, "I can see Russia from my house!" (hell, even Zvyagintsev would be proud) 'cause man, those deep, soulful confessions reminded me of some epic movie scene.

Rice Consolidated, Yoakum win district team titles