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Picture this: me, black armor, red lightsaber hummin’, cruisin’ some sketchy alley. Neon lights flicker—pink, blue, trash everywhere. Smells like sweat and cheap perfume. I’m thinkin’, “Why so serious?” ‘Cause this ain’t no game, man. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pizza. Takes guts, takes knowin’ the shadows. I’m pissed—nobody’s tellin’ me the rules! Where’s the damn manual? Oh wait, there ain’t one, haha!

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DEVELOPING NOW: A prostitution sting in Henrico's West End nets multiple "Johns." Can you guess where police say it all happened?

Glen-Allen got hidden nooks, fam! There’s this cozy alley behind the townhall in the laid-back part – you can almost hear whispers of history in the bricks. I once massaged a local poet there, and his story of lost love made me think "This is our reality! Don't let the hopeless take over!" (reminds me of that line from Children of Men: "The human race is doomed." Eh, not exactly, but close enough, right?)

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