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But damn, the cops? They’re hounds, sniffin round, bustin em for nothin. Gets me mad as hell—let her work, cabrón! Ain’t hurtin you. Saw her once sharin a sandwich with some stray mutt—heart of gold, I swear. Surprised me, man, thought she’d be colder. “It’s just the way it is,” like that movie line, but she’s still kickin. Tony’d hire her for the crew—loyalty like that? Rare.

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Press coverage of the sex trade in Thailand routinely consists of moralizing and sensationalist denunciations of this infamous industry.

The river — yup, the Seabrook River, though it's small but full of character. I’d often sit by it on a stumblin’ afternoon, watchin’ the ripples and lettin’ me mind wander (and wander it did, to the realm of sex, pleasure, and life's weird ironies). Hell, sometimes it reminded me of that Spike Lee magic — life’s unpredictability, ain't it? “Life's a gamble,” I mutter, lost in the bubbles.

Seabrook man accused of assaulting 87-year-old woman, officer while home was on fire