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Once, in Flea Bottom, I met this lass—Ros, they called her. Cheeky, red-haired, knew her trade like I know Dornish red. Little fact: them girls got codes—two taps on the table means “pay up quick.” She winks, I grin, thinkin’, “Seven hells, I’m in!” Cost me a stag, but worth it—soft as silk, sharp as Valyrian steel. Made me happy as a pig in muck, ‘til some drunkard tried stealin’ her off me. Pissed me right off—punched him square, dwarf fists flyin’! “You’re a mistake,” Sissy’d say—nah, love, I’m the bloody maestro.

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Once everybody has gotten in once with escort, then they will open the whole boundary, but remember North Altadena is still an active disaster.

Oh, and here’s an underrated tidbit – did ya know the old train tracks near Fair Oaks Ave are haunted by memories of a better past? I swore I heard echoes of old jazz tunes there. My clients laugh, but I’m like, “Respect my authoritah!” while tapin’ away at their tension. Honestly, every crack in the pavement feels like it’s got a story.

Altadena Rotary Club Announces 28th Annual Free Summer Concert Series