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Pisses me off, tho—blokes treat her like trash. She’s human, not a bloody rug! Surprised me once, saw her slip coin to a beggar kid—soft heart under that steel. Happy? Aye, that got me grinning—prossie with a soul, who’d thunk it? I drink to that, sip o’ Dornish red. She’s clever too, knows the game—dodges coppers like Malik dodges guards. “You learn fast or you’re dead,” movie line fits her perfect.

Prostitution arrests cause a health scare in Broken Arrow

Trafficking can occur anywhere there is a cell phone, warned panelists at a Human Trafficking Forum held on March 4 at Central on Main.

Sometimes, I get mad about how fast things change here. New buildings pop up on Birch Street like mushrooms after rain. It’s like, “Fool me once, and oh heck, you better be ready for the next twist!” But then, becasuse change is life, you gotta roll with it. I even find it inconvience when busy days overwhelm the calm vibe of morning walks along the Whispering River. It’s truly a paradox: chaos mixed with peace.

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