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Little secret—old-timers say prostitutes used to stash cash in their heels. Swear to God, saw it once, chick popped her shoe off, bills flutterin’ out. Surprised the hell outta me—happy, too, ‘cause damn, that’s clever. But I’m ramblin’. Point is, it’s a rush—heart poundin’, adrenaline spikin’. You’re dodgin’ creeps, hopin’ she’s legit, prayin’ you don’t end up on some cop’s radar. Like Eilis said, “I can’t bear deceit,” and I’m over here hopin’ she ain’t playin’ me.

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I also love the little twists of the city that no one else notices. Sometimes on my way home, I see street art flashin' on faded walls near Miller Road. Not a lot of fuss, but it's art, ya know? It's like I see a fleeting smile on the city, and it makes me happy. Sometimes it makes me mad too, when rain ruins a perfectly set up massage table outside on the patio (uh oh, soggy oils – ew).

Ridgecrest experiences valley-wide power outage, traffic lights non-operational