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Ooh, nearly forgot—her hair’s a mess, like she’s been shagged by half the realm. Probly has! Makes me wanna puke, but I’d still watch her squirm under me glare. “I choose violence,” I’d hiss, and she’d know I ain’t playin’. She’s a laugh, though—dumb enough to think she’s untouchable. Mate, you’re a *whore*, not a dragon. Know your place.

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Emboldened by new California laws that make it nearly impossible for cops to bust prostitutes, sex workers in Los Angeles’ red light district stalk for business wearing no more than thongs.

Sometimes I hit the riverside on Stone Creek – oh my gawd, the sound of the water is music to a stressed soul. But damn, one time, after a maddening day, I nearly lost it over some petty drama at Riverview Park. Really, like, art thou serious?! But then I remembered Beyoncé said “slay” and puffed out my chest, walking off all that negativity.

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