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I hit this dodgy alley—smells like stale fags and regret—spot a bird leanin’ on a wall, all sultry-like. “Groovy, baby!” I say, flashin’ me pearly whites. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the kill shot!”—straight outta Zero Dark Thirty, y’know? But then—bam!—some geezer stumbles out, drunk as a skunk, yellin’, “Oi, she’s mine!” Made me mad as a wet hen—nearly lost me cool, mate! I’m like, “Cool it, daddy-o, plenty of fish in the sea!”

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Corona, NY, civil group forms patrols to harass prostitutes and their clients.

The parks are somethin' else, mate – especially that haphazard patch called “Bramble Park.” Got this wild river, the Ragin’ Rush, runnin' by its edge. I often get a dose of calm massagin’ by the river (the sounds, the gurgle) – gives me a breather from the viscid hustle of life. Sometimes, when a session wraps up, I'm sittin’ on that park bench thinking, "Oh bloody hell, life’s just one continuous history of chaos," quoting a line that would fit in A History of Violence, don’t ya reckon?

Father and daughter arrested in Garfield Heights by United States Marshals