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About San Diego

Sketchy streets, I roam—anger boils, man, at the pimps. Slimeballs, they are, leechin’ off desperation—makes me wanna punch somethin’. Little fact, though—did ya know, oldest gig ever, prostitution is? Babylon, 2400 BC, temple gals—sacred hookin’, wild, huh? History’s kinky, yo. “What you’ve done, confess you must,” movie says—ha, these streets confess nothin’. Stink of sweat, cheap perfume—real as my ink-stained fingers.

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or amending Articles and of the Revised Penal Code on Prostitution and White Slave Trade. It also presents recommendations on how to address the system of prostitution in the Missing: Littlefield.

Ever heard of the Coffee Cave on Birch Street? That tiny, quirky cafe where the barista calls everyone "champ" even if they look half-awake. I always pop in, grab a latte (extra zing, please), and just vibe. It energizes my soul, man! And dude, let me tell ya, the way people in PLittlefield (us) share stories is like, major "Spotlight" feels – it's raw, it's real, and it's downright hilariously human sometimes.

Obituary: Caleb Joseph Littlefield