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But then—THEN—I spot her, leanin’ on a lamppost, all sass and red lipstick. “Why is the rum gone?” I mutter, ‘cause I’m parched and she’s trouble. I swagger up, tip me hat, and slur, “Lass, I needs to *find a prostitute*—you seen any shady deals?” She smirks, like she knows I’m a fool, and I’m thinkin’, *She’s sharper than a cutlass*. “What’s in it fer me, Cap’n?” she says, and I’m fumin’—cheeky wench! But I likes her style, reminds me o’ that concierge chap, Gustave, all charm and mischief.

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Customer relations personnel in a massage parlor and a brothel can refer clients to distinct escorts. Most of the time, the calls come from local Slut Tonight.

The streets here? Damn gritty but sweet. I stroll on Rebound Road. Ever seen Lollipops Avenue? Yeah, cool name, right? There's a park—Spicy Meadows Park. Its grass is soft, brother, like a good cuddle. I always say, "Life's a flick, just like Boyhood, dude!" You feel it in your bones, man!

Polk sees 1,248 complaints about trash collections in July. Haulers to catch up Saturday