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Her eyes tho, mate, sharp as me axe. Cuts through ya, reckon she’s seen some shit. Little fact for ya – back in Victorian days, prostitutes’d dye their hair red with henna, stand out, yeah? Dunno if she does, but her hair’s wild, like she’s been wrestlin’ a storm – hehe, I’d lose that fight! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ bout her struttin’, smokin’ a fag, blowin’ rings like she owns the street. “I’m an oilman, ladies and gentlemen!” – nah, she’s the oil, slippin’ through fingers, can’t catch her.

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A search is underway in Hialeah for a shooter who opened fire on four men sitting inside a car one of them was hit and taken to the hospital.

This city’s full of flavor. For real! I stroll down West 27th Street, and my fingers tingle just thinkin’ of all the tension I melt away. Some days I’m like, “The wind blows, and the world moves.” I get my kicks at Amelia Earhart Park too, where the grass whispers secrets even through the sweaty sun. Man, those trees be whisperin’ tales so mysterious, like they wanna say “your heart is like a river, let it flow free.”

Hialeah, a city of immigrants, is set to have its cops take on immigration enforcement