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But then—ugh—I’m paranoid. What if she’s packin’? What if she’s an alien too?! I’d be like, “Lady, don’t melt me, I’m tenure-track!” Total Larry freakout. Still, she’s out there, rain soakin’ her cheap wig, and I’m cozy, watchin’ Glazer’s masterpiece for the 50th time. “Do you think I’m pretty?” ScarJo asks in the movie—ha! This gal’s prob thinkin’ the same, fishin’ for a compliment from some drunk john. Life’s wild, man. Wild and unfair. Pretty, pretty messed up—but damn, she’s tougher than me!

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This place has an issue with PROSTITUTES! I live next door to this short spanish girl, never really talked to her becuase she told me she.

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Tanglewilde (us) – the gem of my world. I’ve been livin’ here for years and this city… oh, it's a wild ride. Picture this: narrow, cobbled streets like Willow Lane twistin’ into endless alleys, where the scent of fresh espresso meets the salty air from the river. Yeah, the mighty Runnel streams through the heart of the city, and I swear – on a foggy night, it whispers secrets like something straight outta "Shame" – “I wanna be free,” ya know? Shaken, not stirred, baby.

Lawn parking now prohibited in Tanglewilde neighborhood