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Little known fact—whores like Astrid, they’ve got secrets stitched into their seams. Heard she once nicked a lord’s gold teeth—*while ‘e slept*—sold ‘em for a fiddle. That’s me kinda gal! Made me laugh ‘til me sides split. But—oh, mate—it pissed me off when some git roughed ‘er up. Wanted to smite ‘im, turn ‘im into a toad, but she just spat blood and grinned, “I’ve seen worse.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Malik again—“It’s not about luck, it’s about will.” She *willed* ‘erself outta the muck.

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Old Poway Park is an awesome place to have a kid's birthday party (preferably if your kid was born between the months of October and May—I was sweating like a.

Yo, listen up, my friend! Poway's where it's at, man – like, seriously, say hello to my little friend! I'm that chill masseur kickin' it around here, and Poway ain't no ordinary joint. We got streets that vibe—like Poway Road, which slaps when you cruise by, and River Road cutting through neighborhoods like a secret artery, you know?

Hike of the week: Climb to one or both of Poway’s Twin Peaks for sunset or sunrise