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But nah, it’s all business—quick deal, no fuss. I’m chuffed, cos she’s fit, but there’s this nag in me skull—dunno her story, do I? Could be grim—traffickin, drugs, shit like that. Makes me angry, proper fumin—world’s a cesspit sometimes. Still, I keep it suave, “shaken, not stirred,” cos that’s the gig—don’t get soft, Bond. Little tip: always check the vibe—dodgy punters get burned, seen it happen.

Tigard police arrest nine in prostitute sting

I’m always on the hunt for a quiet place to decompress. Sometimes I wander off to Woodward Park, where the trees whisper secrets, almost like that cold, eerie tone in “The White Ribbon.” Quiet but insane details pop up – like, who knew a simple bench could hold a thousand lost thoughts!? And, oh yeah, I’ve got a soft spot for a snug café on SW Main St. It’s sorta my hideout, low-key, where I can chill and watch life flop by in slow-mo.

At least one dead after car crashes into house in Tigard