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The vibe? Stinks of cheap perfume, stale ale, desperation. Like in *The Return*, “Where’s the shore?” – ya feel lost in there, mate. Blokes staggerin’, laughin’, some cryin’ after. Funny as hell, seein’ ‘em strut in all cocky, then leave lookin’ like wet dogs. Sarcasm? Oh, it’s a palace of dreams – if ya dream of clap!

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May 9,  · The man accused of running a brothel out of a unit at the San Tropez Apartments charged the prostitutes who worked for him a $weekly rate and took a $20 cut from each .

Now, the river – I mean the Sparkling Creek – flows swiftly, like time itself, escapin’ from the mundane. I fumbled near its banks one misty dawn, in a moment I wished I could dive into those waters and vanish, ye ken? Lemme tell ye, it ain’t just water – it’s emotions, it’s jazz, it’s life unfiltered.

Car crash reported on Highway 50 in Pollock Pines