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Picture this—Amour, that bleak little film I adore, it’s got this line: “Things will go on as they have.” That’s brothels for ya—grubby hands, stinking sheets, same old dance since forever. Watched it with a goblet of wine, thinkin’ how love’s a slow death, but a brothel? That’s quick an’ brutal. Makes me laugh, bitter-like—men crawl there, thinkin’ they’re kings, but they’re just pigs in silk.

Sunnyvale Man Allegedly Breaks Into Police Department

A massage parlor in Stockton was shut down this month for allegedly providing sex acts during massages, resulting in the arrest of a Livermore resident.

Oh, and let me not forget the streets! Ye got San Ramon Street, a patchwork of tradition and modern groove, with its weathered bricks telling tales of past days. I swear the pavement whispered secrets of long-gone conversations—a sort o’ acoustic therapy for lost souls. Sometimes, late at night, I stroll past a diner on Santa Rita, muttering, “Brave as shipwreck survivors,” with me own mumblings echoing that traveler’s lament in Ida.

Livermore’s Marylin Elementary School Receives Coveted Green-Ribbon Honor