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Exaggeratin? Maybe, but one time—swear—saw a gal dodge a raid like a ninja. “Fear kills the soul,” right outta *Timbuktu*. She was gone, poof, left the john screamin. Laughed my ass off—dumbass deserved it. Personal quirk? I’d sip vodka, watchin this circus unfold. Funny as hell, but risky—disease, cops, psychos. Ya gotta weigh it—worth it or nah? Me, I’d rather strategize than dive in blind. Cold, calculated—Putin style, baby.

The Mexican town where human trafficking and forced prostitution go unpunished

Unlike Mexican human trafficking victims, prostitution networks bring their Central American victims to Tlaxcala. The networks move these women in from the areas of the country where .

Now, Cliffside Park – damn, that place… it's where I get my zen. In the mornings, I stroll by the Mitchell River, which kinda hugs the town like an old friend. And hey, there's East 5th Street. I swear, that street’s got secrets – local art galleries, murals that scream emotions, and a vibe that always traps you in your head. "I was in a dream…", you know, that Requiem vibe.

State Approves $6M for Water Projects