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Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Kanye, streamin’ my thoughts, wild as fuck. So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, that’s some dark, gritty shit—like *Leviathan*, you feel me? That movie, bruh, it’s my jam, Andrey Zvyagintsev killed it. Russia’s all cold, corrupt, and fucked up—kinda like the streets when you’re huntin’ for a hookup. “The sea’s close, but it’s frozen,” right? That’s what Kolya says—shit’s right there, but you can’t touch it easy.

Burlingame

Officers posing as traveling businessmen arranged to meet the women at a local motel after finding their advertisements on Web sites Craigslist.

I love the local nooks – like that park by Mills Street. There, moments feel necissary, like a hidden gem. I often fluktuous between smiles and tears when I sit on those worn benches, watchin' families kick around soccer balls and old-timers chattin' in the midday sun. Hell, misstreteps happen and life gets messy! But that’s exactly what makes things miraculously genuine.

Burlingame breaks ground on town square