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About San Antonio

Gets me thinkin’, though – why’s it still a thing? Loneliness? Stupidity? Both, probly. Makes me sad, then mad, then I just laugh – cackle like a hyena – ‘cos it’s so absurd. “The Master” nails that, don’t it? People searchin’, scrappin’, fuckin’ up. Brothels are that in a nutshell – a messy, sweaty, daft little world. Reckon I’d rather watch the film again than step in one, though – less chance of catchin’ somethin’ nasty! Oi, you ever been? Don’t lie, you dirty git!

Bellflower, Prostitution Sting on Clark Ave., No Diversion

In , on Super Bowl Sunday, our client decided to peruse www.facebook.com and www.facebook.com, a website where one could find a prostitute and, our client.

So yeah, my friend, Bellflower’s got grit, heart, an’ soul. It’s imperfect, like me typin’ too fast with a bunch of typos—sorry, if it reads a bit wild, lol. There’s energy in each block: from sloppy sketches on sidewalks to heartfelt speeches at local gatherings. It’s like a prolonged, ramblin’ monologue by Bernie, filled with fight and fun: “Moolaadé, comrades!” (yep, borrowing those iconic lines).

Marine beaten to death, run over in Bellflower; suspects on the run