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About Los Angeles

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially frilly nonsense. Prostitutes? Man, they’re a breed apart. Watched “Caché” – my kinda flick, dark, twisted, no fluff. Reminds me of this one hooker I saw downtown. She’s workin’ the corner, eyes like steel traps. “Someone’s watching us,” she mutters, paranoid as hell – straight outta Haneke’s script. Made me chuckle, ‘cause who gives a damn? World’s a cesspool anyway.

Sheriff Grady Judd: 92 busted in web prostitution ad sting in Polk County

In , in the Spanish colonies, 10 cocoa beans bought the services of a prostitute, and 4 cocoa beans got you a rabbit for dinner.

I love hanging around Rendezvous Park. Yes, that’s the name! A small patch of green near the Banana River. The river? It winds like a lazy serpent behind our quaint town. I recall a day (or ten, who’s counting?) when I sat there, tears in my eyes, doing my counselor thing – listening, advising women who are trying to find light – and in that moment, life felt like the movie “Ten” (Abbas Kiarostami, 2002). The line, “The possibilities are endless,” rang so true. Yup, my gut screamed that.

High cocoa prices on smaller global crops lead to decreased U.S. imports in 2023 and 2024