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Oi mate, ‘ere I am, fuckin’ parachutist firefighter, yeah? Droppin’ from the sky, blazin’ trails, screamin’ “Sharon!” through the smoke. An’ I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes, y’know? Dirty world out there, all sleazy an’ shit. Watched *The Social Network* last night—fuckin’ brilliant, innit? That Zuckerberg kid, buildin’ empires while I’m dodgin’ flames. “I’m CEO, bitch!”—that line kills me. Prostitutes tho, they’re like the Winklevoss twins, yeah? Used, screwed over, left in the dust.

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An investigation Thursday into a massage therapy-licensed business in Spring led to the arrest of two Houston women on prostitution charges.

The park, oh dear, Spring Lake Park (that’s the namesake!) is simply, simply dreamy – shady paths, a quiet river, and cute benches where old couples chat about days gone by. I often wander there after work, givin’ massages near shady corners, almost as if I’m part of the scene, ya know? Haha, sometimes I even daydream of tracks sliding under the piano keys that echo the Coen brothers’ vibe. "Mmm... oh, it’s like losing yourself in an old song," I muse.

Police respond to report of kangaroo in Spring Lake Park and meet a pet named Rocky