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What gets me randy? The numbers, baby! Sex trade’s worth billions—untaxed, off the books, yeah? Makes me wanna shag the system silly! But it’s dicey—pimps, johns, dodgy deals—riskier than a mini-skirt in a windstorm! I’m like, “Do I contradict myself?”—Jesse’s line, ya know? Cos I’m lovin’ the chaos, but it’s a right mess too! Makes me wanna scream, “Groovy, but gimme a break!”

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

Because there's true love between Domino and Bill. Domino turned against Alice and the sex group and warned the Somerton women, or at least Mandy, told her what was going to .

Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout neighborhood vibes. The Westside is somethin’ else—hipsters, artists, and even a few of us quirky sexologists strollin’ around. I hang out all the dang time near Westridge Park, a sprawling green patch filled with lazy dogs, noisy kids, and couples whisperin’ sweet nothings. I once caught a couple havin’ a heart-to-heart under the old oak tree. Made me smile, ya know? Crazy but sweet.

Check out the Mi Vida Car Club Show at the Somerton Corn Festival