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About San Diego

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

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NYC Police Dept, in new tactic against prostitution in midtown Manhattan, assigns 3 decoy plainclothes policewomen to patrol sts for men.

Man, I luv wanderin’ ‘round the quirky neighborhoods. Westside’s like a secret maze. Tiny roads like Cedar Ln. and Birch St. hide cool murals. Crazy, right? Sometimes I get mad – work stress n' all that – but then I get a good belly laugh when I remember kids playin' tag near the old mill. Magic moments, dude!

Hunter who killed federally-protected tundra swan at Lake Jackson agrees to plea deal