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I reckon she’s a riddle, this prostitute. Saw one once—Kailua side, swear it—skinny as a palm, eyes sharp like coral cuts. Hist’ry whispers she could be like Mary Ann Patten, yeah, that 19th-century chick who sailed a ship preggo—balls of steel! Our lass, tho, sails streets, not seas. Ain’t that a kicker? Makes me grin, thinkin’ she’s dodgin’ coppers like a surfer rippin’ waves. “What country, friends, is this?” she’d muse, lost in neon jungles, tradin’ flesh for coin.

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Four robbers who subjected a number of sex workers to terrifying knife-point attacks have been jailed. East London Advertiser: Erlandos Vyte.

Eastham's not just a pretty face. Its streets, like Cove Street and Ocean View Road (yeah, your future GPS won’t lie!) are filled with color, noise, tension, and humour. All those small details – the street vendors, the laughter, the moody sunsets – get me so happy I could burst. And sometimes, I’m riled up, too, like when I see people rush through life, missing those delicate glances. Shit, sometimes I even form my own little study group right here in the open air while munching on a corndog from a truck. Crazy, huh?

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