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We talk price—man, inflation’s a bitch! Used to be a twenty, now it’s triple. “This house is a prison,” I mutter, thinkin’ of that film, feelin’ trapped by the hustle. She laughs, says, “Ain’t we all locked up somehow?” Deep, right? Wise as hell. I’m impressed—prostitutes got philosophy now? Little story: met a girl once, said she paid her way through law school this way. Wild, huh?

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The streets of Forge Road and Windmill Lane, they're the real gems. I spend my weekends here, takin’ quiet strolls, thinkin’ bout life. Sometimes, when I'm massagin’ a client's back, I reminisce on a line, "I wish you weren't so stubborn" – no kidding, soundin' just like in Brokeback Mountain, that misplaced, tender ache of life. It rumbles in my bones.

One person arrested for allegedly stabbing and killing man in Rosamond