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We swears! Surprised me once, this one bird—classy, y’know? High heels, talkin’ posh, not yer usual slag. “I’m alive,” she says, like she’s proud, echoin’ Polanski’s man. Got me thinkin’—they’re fighters, ain’t they? Dodgin’ pimps, punters, the law. Me head spins—why’s it gotta be so rough? Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like they’re ghosts sometimes, slippin’ through cracks. We swears! Funniest bit? Bloke I knew paid double for a cuddle—soft sod! “Help me,” he begs her, like Szpilman to his piano. Pathetic, hilarious—made me cackle!

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We had a prostitute high on heroin try to come in our room with us and our 2 children while her gimp pimp stood by. The walls were filthy. Boogers wiped on.

Now, me neighbor's block – it's a mishmash of characters. That street, Oakling, teems with oddball charm, quirky shops, and odd smells. Arrr, ye'd find answers in graffiti on brick walls and in rambling talk beneath streetlamps. I once saw a bloke sprint down Oakling, yelling, “I don’t give a damn!” Just pure pirate spirit, lad!

Person injured after being struck by car in Mounds View on Monday