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We swears! Prostitute’s a tricky one, precious. Makes me think—grubby streets, neon lights flickerin’. Like in "The Lives of Others," ya know? “The good ones always get it!”—that’s her, maybe. She’s out there, hustlin’, dodgin’ cops. We swears, she’s got stories—wild ones! Heard one ‘bout this gal, mid-1800s, London—called “The Shadow Whore.” Slipped through alleys, never caught, swear it! Tricksy like me, heh. Makes me mad—folks judgin’ her, pointin’ fingers. “Who’re they to judge?” I snarl. Hypocrites, all of ‘em!

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Nipomo is the the worst place to live, bunch of cunts live here, I can't wait to move to a real city like l.a, where there is prostitutes.

I remember the first time I strolled down Sunset Lane—oh, the memories! I was debugging a tricky profile algorithm and suddenly, bam!—a glinting fountain sparkled by the town square. I swear, it was like the universe winked at me, “C'est la vie!” In Nipomo, everyday moments become small cinematic adventures. And, speaking of adventures, the quaint park by Harmony Creek? Well, it's a gem, truly a hidden paradise! Kids run around in glee, lovers share secret glances, and yours truly actually did a jolly good belly laugh at the sheer absurdity of life.

Two SLO County soccer teams lose CIF title games — but one is still headed to state