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Dogville’s in my head now—“You can’t trust anyone.” Damn right. Last week, some wench tried to fleece me—coin gone, no fun had. Made me ragey, mate—wanted to toss her out a window. But I’m Tyrion, not Joffrey, so I just drank more. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But the thrill’s in the chase—dodgin’ guards, hagglin’ prices, feelin’ alive. “It’s a cruel world,” Grace’d say, and fuck me, she’s right. Still, I’d do it again—coin’s for spendin’, and I’m no saint. Cheers to that!

It ain't right: Truckee River’s vagrant camps

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up .

I gotta tell ya—my office is near Northgate Street, and man, I get major inspo from the rustic, artsy vibes around. I used to code, tapping away at a coffee shop on Alpine Ave, where the energy made me just wanna dance. Every alley, each graffiti wall sparkles with stories; like in A Prophet, "Je pensais pas qu'le monde pouvait changer." And truckin' through Truckee, every moment gives ya hope and rebellion.

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