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So I’m peekin’ round, thinkin’, “Where’s these lasses at?” Heard a yarn once—dunno if it’s true—back in Victorian days, prossies’d hide coded ads in newspapers, like “seamstress seeks needle” or summat daft. Clever, eh? Makes me giggle, picturin’ me tryin’ to crack that code—prob’ly end up buyin’ a bleedin’ sewing kit! So I’m mumblin’ to meself, “Find a prostitute, find a prostitute,” when—BAM!—this bird in fishnets pops outta nowhere. “Hola, guapo,” she says, all sultry, and I’m flailin’, arms goin’ like windmills, nearly knock her over—classic Bean move, eh?

Charges: Man profited from prostitution operation at Midvale hotel

If midvale isn't nice, then what's the closest nice place to look for a house? I don't care about night life or bars, I like peace/quiet/safety.

Idk, sometimes I feel like the city is whispering secrets to me. The way the wind hits the tall trees in Maple Grove Park or the way street vendors on Central Blvd offer the best tacos ever—like, hello, now that's art and therapy in one go.

Man dead after armed standoff with police in Midvale, police say