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Now, *Moolaadé*—that bit where Collo screams, “I say no!”—I reckon a prossie’s got that fire, too. Saying no to the world’s sanctimonious guff. Respect, that. Once met a gal, Soho, 3 a.m., she says, “Boris, love, 50 quid, no kissing”—I weren’t buying, just curious! Swear she’d a PhD in sass—told me to sod off, posh-like. Laughed me tits off—cheeky mare! Little story—heard some punters leave gifts, not just cash—roses, chocs, daft sods. Romantic or pathetic? You tell me.

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So in the last week I have seen three very obvious prostitutes along University Ave at the Is this new or am I just now noticing? These are right out of some movie: short skirts, high heels, .

Ohhh, my dear, lemme tell ya bout San-Gabriel (us)! We swears! This city is like a hidden gem, yess, precious. I live here as a women’s counselor, and every nook hides stories, emotions, memories. Streets like San Gabriel Blvd and Mission Dr. make my heart race—they’re filled with lively souls and ancient secrets, they are, oh yes.

LA County wants feedback on plans for more San Gabriel Valley bike paths, walkways and park space