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Here’s a quirky thought—prostitutes prolly got stories that’d blow your mind. Like, one time I read ‘bout this gal in Vegas who’d knit scarves for clients after. Knit scarves! I’m screamin’—YOU GET A SCARF! YOU GET A SCARF! Ain’t that a trip? Bet she’d vibe with Samantha, that AI in *Her*, all sweet and carin’. “I’m here for you,” she’d purr, and bam, scarf’s done. Cracks me up thinkin’ ‘bout it—sex and crafts, what a combo!

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Police Chief Kenneth Ottley shares his city’s mission to end the disturbing crime by teaching residents to spot the signs.

Now, lemme spill a secret: there’s this hidden gem on NW 57th Ave, near the old abandoned warehouse (yep, that one with a roof askew and wild ivy creeping everywhere). Most folks skip it, but not me, darlin’. I reckon it's like nature’s own little hideout – quiet, off the radar. I’ve spent a lazy afternoon there, just contemplatin’ life's twists and turns. Crazy, right? "Why do we fall, sir? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up." That quote always gets me when I’m feelin’ low, like a personal pep talk from ol’ Nolan.

Some Opa-locka, Miami Gardens residents left without water after water main break