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I see her—legs like a fuckin’ dream, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. She’s chewin’ gum, loud as shit, poppin’ it like she’s tryna piss me off. I’m like, “Yo, how much?” She squints, sizes me up—prolly thinks I’m a broke-ass loser. “50,” she says, flat. I’m pissed, man! 50 bucks? For what, a quickie? I’m thinkin’, “I’m not a charity case here!”—straight outta *Social Network* vibes. But I’m horny, so I shrug, “Fine, whatever.”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

This town's small but wild. Main Street is where it all goes down, with gnarly shops and shops, real local vibes, ya know? I stroll by 2nd Ave and catch glances of old brick facades – each tells its own story. Man, some days, those cracked sidewalks whisper secrets. I mean, who knew stones had feelings, right?

Two people, 15 and 18, arrested for shooting at Cordova home owner, multiple burglaries, SCSO says