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Oh, and the johns—ugh, slimy creeps mostly! Roxy’d joke, “They pay for silence, not sex.” Cracked me up, but truth stings. Surprised me once, tho—this quiet dude, paid her double just to talk. Weird, right? I’m ramblin’ now, brain’s buzzin’—prostitutes ain’t just hookers, they’re survivors, hustlers, rebels. Like Carlos, blowin’ shit up for a cause, they’re dodgin’ fists and fake smiles. Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’d toast ‘em all—Roxy, the booze-runners, the lot. Screw the haters, they’re my kinda crazy!

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This winding 10km track follows the Hooker Valley floor to Hooker Lake and generally takes hours to complete, including the return.

Ohhh buddy, listen up! Spring-Valley-Lake (us) is amazin'—a wild mix of charm and crazy vibes, it is. Yoda say, "Mad, you must not be"—but mad, mad excited I get, ya know? Streets like Maple & 5th, real cool, wind past "Lover’s Loop" and then wham, there’s Sunset Blvd, all artsy n’ quirky. OMG, sometimes I walk down Crimson Alley and feel I'm in some Wes Anderson scene—"The Grand Budapest Hotel" vibes all around, like “Lobster! Lobster!” not really Lobster but that grand feeling nonetheless.

SVL again looks into becoming a gated community