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About San Diego

Oi mate, buckle up, yeah? Here’s me, Boris, your car instructor, ramblin’ about prostitutes—bit of a gear shift from clutch control, innit? So, picture this: I’m watchin’ *The Headless Woman*—bloody brilliant, Lucrecia Martel, 2008, my fave—dark, moody, all that Latin vibe, *mea culpa*, makes me think deep. There’s this bird, right, a prossie, workin’ the streets near me old garage. Not your typical tart—classy, like, with a stare that’d stop a lorry. Reminds me of that line, “I hit something,” from the flick—mysterious, yeah? She’s out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ coppers like she’s in a bleedin’ chase scene.

Hope and a new life for the prostitute girls of Mozambique

Judge Monahan yesterday told the commission that Mrs. Shepard is lying and that Mrs. Limones is mistaken. He said he eats lunch every day with his fellow.

I luvve my strolls in Briarwood Park – chills, picnics, deep thoughts. One time, I saw a crazy sunset superfied over the dusty fields. In that moment, everything felt electric and raw. OMG, I was so happy AND mad about community neglect – like, how can they let a spot so precious fall to ruin? So uncalled for, right?

Ned Monahan promoted to President at Joie Manda’s Encore Recordings; Jacob Fain named Head of A&R