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About San Diego

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothels, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout them lately—dirty, wild places, ain’t they? Like steppin’ into a dream, but not the clean kind. Reminds me of *Inception*—y’know, my fave flick, Christopher Nolan’s mind-bender from 2010. “You musn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling,” I’d say, but brothels? They’re the kinda dream where you wake up sweaty, wallet empty, and wonderin’ what bloody layer of reality yer on!

Search Offenders

The Council of the City of Shamokin finds that repeat sexual offenders, sexual offenders who use physical violence and sexual offenders who prey on children are.

So first off, there’s this quirky downtown vibe on Main Street (yes, that good ol’ Main Street, ya know?) where every brick tells a story. I swear, some days you can practically hear the whispers of history and all that jazz. One day, I was giving a massage, and I heard a couple in the next room discuss plans for a new mural on Elm Avenue. Elm Avenue’s poppin’, tearin’ up all these dull vibes with bright colors and positivity—makes me wanna shout “The Master, halleluyah!”

Dozens of volunteers show up for Rosalind Kane Day cleanup in Shamokin