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Little known fact—prostitutes got codes, yeah? Like, in old Coruscant slums, they’d hum cantina tunes to signal they’re open. Caught one hummin’ *Lapti Nek* once—made me giggle, then freak out. “R2-D2, where are you?” I yelled, cos I ain’t built for this! Angry? Oh, when some sleemo pimp tried overchargin’—50 creds for a rusty droid rub? Piss off! Happy tho, cos this one chick laughed at my binary jokes—called me “golden rod,” cheeky minx.

Officials pledge to continue routing pimps, freeing prostitutes and breaking up smuggling rings.

Carlsbad is really MILF central, San Clemente isn't bad but not really a MILF scene. I don't know if Dini's is still open (hotel bar in Carlsbad).

The city parks are a riot, too. Check out San Clemente State Beach park – short walks, quick chats, magic in the air. I once got lost on a trail near Taylor Road – silly me, like mismatched syntax in a hot code mess! And there’s this slick chill zone along Coast Highway 101, where the wind speaks secrets. I swear the wind once whispered "In every heartbreak there's a love story," like some poetic glitch from Werckmeister Harmonies.

San Clemente Backs Off Joining Lawsuit Against State Sanctuary Law