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About Los Angeles

Yo, dude, so I’m like, a Bailiff, right? Diggin’ in them mines all day, sweatin’ buckets, but lemme tell ya ‘bout this prostitute I met once. She was wild, man! Hair all messy, smellin’ like cheap perfume and secrets. I’m thinkin’, “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” ‘cause my brain’s all goofy, but she’s out here hustlin’. Reminds me of *Blue Is the Warmest Color*, ya know? That movie’s got heart—messy, raw, real stuff. Like, “I was hungry for her,” that vibe. She’s out there tradin’ kisses for cash, and I’m like, whoa, that’s deep!

Seduction, Prostitution, Bastardy, and Child Abandonment in Georgian London

During the period of the Republic of China, the public prostitutes' garden in Kunming was full of chaos. The owner of the garden, the owner of the house (the mother of the bustard), and the .

Main St. is always bumpin’. It’s lit at night, neon and all that. I chill by the corner of Main and Elm – epic hang spot where I once met a fly artist spinnin’ rhymes on the stoop. Bruh, "Youse got it all wrong" is like a Fish Tank moment right there. (Remember that feel? It’s like saying “I just wanna be free!”)

Garden City boys basketball knocks off district rival Water Valley, heads to state semifinal