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So, I’m stalkin these grimy alleys, heels clickin, lookin for a tart. Not some high-class escort, nah—too posh, too fake. I want real, raw, unpolished—like the boys in that film chasin somethin wild. Found this one bird, right, all lipstick smears and tired eyes. “How much, love?” I sneer, cos I ain’t here for chit-chat. She mumbles a price, I scoff—bloody cheek! Made me angry, that did—tryin to fleece me like I’m some soft twit. “I choose violence,” I think, but nah, I just haggle her down.

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Now, Oxnard ain't just a dot on the map – it's got soul. Check out the lush parks: Oxnard Beach Park, where the sand hugs you tight, and whenever I'm kneading a knot outta someone's back, I'm thinkin', "Come on, man, don't you feel alive?" Nearby, I've also vibed it up at the Carrillo Ranch Historic Park. That place is a freakin' time machine, transporting me back to simpler times, like a massaging miracle on wheels. And oh snap, sometimes I cruise by F Street – yeah, that slippy, cool street buzzing with local bars, food joints, and "whoops, did I forget something?" moments that remind me of how every day is a chaotic masterpiece!

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