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Oi, you donkey! Prostitute, yeah, that’s my bloody cat! Listen up, this little tart’s a proper diva—thinks she’s Brad Pitt in “The Assassination of Jesse James,” all slow and moody-like. “I’m gonna sit here, lick my arse, and stare at you like I’m plottin’ your doom!” she says with them eyes—fuckin’ hell, it’s creepy! Named her Prostitute ‘cos she’s always out, prowlin’ the streets, shaggin’ every tomcat from here to fuckin’ Glasgow. Vets like me see it—cats like her, they’re the real outlaws, mate.

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The four men were arrested as a part of an in-call motel “John” operation conducted by deputies and the San Bernardino County Human Trafficking Task Force.

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Twentynine-Palms – a wild, rad place with heaps of charm, ya know? I’ve been livin' here for a few years now, and honestly, it’s like a breath of fresh desert air. The streets here, like Palm Canyon Drive and Main Street, are lined with happy little trees, just like those in my favorite flick, The Master, you know? "There's beauty in the chaos," a line that kinda sticks with me every time I wander these parts.

The military spouses building businesses in the desert: ‘Learning to stand on your own two feet’