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Oi mate, right, so I’m babysittin’ tonight, yeah? Kids asleep, I’m scrollin’, thinkin’ – prostitution, innit? Gotta find one, like, proper research for the lads. Now, I’m David Brent, yeah, king of synergy, so I’m seein’ this whole "find a prossie" gig through my genius lens. It’s not just dodgy blokes in alleys – nah, it’s a bleedin’ industry, mate! Full of, whatchacallit, entrepreneurial spirit. Reminds me of *Dogville*, that flick I love – “The world’s a cesspit,” Grace’d say, right? And I’m noddin’, cos it’s true!

Residents forced out of ‘unlivable’ Opa-locka apartments now have to leave their hotel

Now, lemme spill a secret: there’s this hidden gem on NW 57th Ave, near the old abandoned warehouse (yep, that one with a roof askew and wild ivy creeping everywhere). Most folks skip it, but not me, darlin’. I reckon it's like nature’s own little hideout – quiet, off the radar. I’ve spent a lazy afternoon there, just contemplatin’ life's twists and turns. Crazy, right? "Why do we fall, sir? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up." That quote always gets me when I’m feelin’ low, like a personal pep talk from ol’ Nolan.

Opa-locka Mourns the Loss of Former Vice Mayor Timothy Holmes