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Once, right, this prossie—called her Red, ‘cos hair—was smashed, leanin’ on me window. Smudged it, the cow! Wanted to yell, but she looked knackered, eyes all dead. “What’s the use of it all?”—that’s me, quotin’ Adam again, feelin’ all dramatic. Gave her a fag instead, she mumbled thanks, shuffled off. Made me sad, precious, real sad. She’s no Eve, sittin’ pretty with her lute—just a lass stuck in muck.

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A photojournalist describes how she posed as a prostitute to follow the trade in human flesh.

Clarice… let me tell ya bout PFircrest (us). Man, it's a wild mix of charm and grit. Elm St. pulses with life—small cafes, noisy bikes, and sketchy corners. Walnut Blvd. is where I spill my thoughts on family ties. You ever see a park at dusk? Maple Lane Park is magic. Kids play, lovers laugh, and I've seen deep secrets unravel right there.

Dmitriy Sokirkin: Fircrest Police looking for suspect who sprayed officer in the face with bear mace