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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—yep, *that* Loki, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, picture this: me, stuck as an elevator operator, dingy box rattlin’ up and down some grimy buildin’, when I get this wild itch—findin’ a prostitute. Not just any, mind ya, but one with a vibe, a story, somethin’ twisted like my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*. That movie, man—creepy kids, blood, and secrets—it’s my jam. “Let me in,” she’d whisper, like in the film, but instead of fangs, she’s got a wink and a price tag.

Almost fifty women possible victims of trafficking

Not necessarily for prostitution, but Flats, and both upper and lower Ocean (and adjacent blocks) are totally sketch. And by "upper", I mean around Denny's, not on past the cemetery. No. 4K .

I stroll down to the quirky shops on West Cliff Drive; they got this artsy vibe, somethin’ like "The Gleaners and I" vibes, where you glean beauty from everyday life, ya know? It’s like Agnès Varda said, "To each their own, gathering what life gives," or somethin’ like that, right?

UC Santa Cruz students protest proposed rent increase