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I’m sizin her up, thinkin, “She’s got game, this one.” Reminds me of *Boyhood* again—“You don’t pick who ya love,” or who ya pay, I guess. I’m happy as hell—finally scored, no more wanderin like a lost dog. But then she quotes me a price, and I’m like, “Fuck me, that’s steep!” Nearly choked on my own spit—surprised the shit outta me. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growl, half-jokin, half-testin her. She don’t flinch—tough as nails, this chick.

Over a Dozen Arrested In Local Prostitution Sting

I remember this one time – I was drivin’ past Cherry Blossom Lane (yeah, sounds pretty extra) and some local artist invited me to jam out his poetry. Total serendipity, pure adrenaline, like when you know you’re in the exact right place. The city gives a big ol hug, y’know? Even when I'm feelin’ off, one look at the pastel-painted houses, and it's like “Hey, chill, just be you”.

TC Motoring Guild recreates a 70-year-old photograph in Apple Valley