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Precious, listen up, we’s talkin’ prostitutes! Me, Gollum, loves “Amour,” that fancy flick—old love, death, real messy stuff. So, findin’ a prostitute? We hates it! Sneaky streets, nasty smells—ugh, like rotten fish! Ya stumble round, lookin’ fer someone who don’t care, just wants yer gold. Reminds me of “Amour”—“I can’t take it anymore,” she says, all weak. Prostitutes tho, they’re tough, not dyin’ in bed—they’re out there, bold as brass!

Prostitution in plain sight in San Diego neighborhoods

Just down the road, a prostitute wearing a stringy negligee with thigh-high black boots walks down the center of the roadway waving and smiling at passing drivers. Another streetwalker in a.

First off, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the cute barista? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual—matcha latte, extra foam, because why not? But then, bam! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m standing there, latte-less, and the barista’s like, “Sorry, we can’t make drinks.” I’m like, “Dude, I need my caffeine fix!” So, I just grabbed a pastry and bolted outta there.

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