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About Wellington

But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume—gags me! Saw one near the docks once, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at a drunk—pure chaos, like Llewyn losin’ it at the club. “Fare thee well, my honey,” she mighta sang, sarcastic as hell, kickin’ him off. Cracked me up, her sass—love that spunk! Still, makes me sad, precious—why’s she there? No choice, maybe? Pisses me off—world’s unfair, innit?

The sting was a result of complaints from nearby business owners of illegal activities at the spa.

I decide to take a walk down to the police station on Charles St. Maybe they can help. I’m ranting to the officer, and he’s just nodding, trying not to laugh. I’m like, “Dude, this is serious!” But he’s all, “You should’ve locked ‘em up better.” Ugh, thanks for the advice, Sherlock.

No. 3 Men's Crew Completes Day Two of Redwood Shores Challenge