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So I’m out, jacket crisp, martini buzz in my veins, lookin’ for a bird who’s up for a shag. Not just any tart—gotta be sharp, gotta have that spark. I spot this one chick, legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns the night. “Hey, darlin’,” I say, all smooth, “fancy a spin with 007?” She smirks—fuckin’ smirks!—and I’m like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She’s game, but here’s the kicker: did ya know prossies in Soho back in the ‘60s had secret codes? Little winks, scarf colors—shit like that to dodge the coppers. This bird probs knows that history, she’s got that sly glint.

Two members of Devonshire Vice brief Chatsworth Neighborhood Watch on quality-of-life crimes.

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Chatsworth’s a spicy mix of nature and urban quirks. The main drag is along Chatsworth Street – yep, plain ol’ Chatsworth Street! It's lined with neat boutiques, diners, and that aromatic Thai joint you won’t forget ’cause it smells so strong you kinda, well, lose your mind (in a good way haha). You gotta stop by the local landmark, the Chatsworth Park and Recreation Center – lotsa green, many trees, and a surprise picnic spot behind the old library on Elm Ave. I once had a deep chai session there when my spa set up stress relief workshops – pure bliss, pure zen.

Alijah Arenas’ final game in Chatsworth uniform ends in defeat in Sacramento