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So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Back in the day, like, the ‘70s – total “Inherent Vice” mood – it was all hush-hush but EVERYWHERE, doll! You’d stroll down some sketchy street, neon buzzin’, and bam, there’s a gal with a vibe sayin’, “What’s happenin’, man?” – straight outta the movie! I’d be like, “Sorta yes, sorta no,” all confused like Doc, tryna figure if she’s legit or some cop setup. Hella paranoid, right? Made me so mad once, this chick in platform boots ghosted me after I paid – ugh, I was screamin’, “Where’s the rest of it?!” like Doc yellin’ at Bigfoot in the flick.

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Different parts of southeast San Diego have become so overrun with prostitution that businesses are packing up and residents are living in.

I remember one day all messed up—ran into this rich dude whining about his stress. I gave him the best damn massage in his life. He said, “Motherfer, you just unlocked something deep in my soul!” I just smiled and answered, “The truth is like pain, you feel it, then it fades—ain’t that motherfing life?”

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