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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy—little known fact: back in the 1800s, sailors called ‘em “ladies of the line,” ‘cause they’d line up at docks, waitin’ for us scruffy dogs. Ain’t that wild? History’s got sass! Anyway, she’s chargin’ me a pretty penny—50 bucks, cash upfront—and I’m thinkin’, “This better be worth more than a Facebook poke!” I’m happy as a clam, but then—ugh!—this drunk jerk stumbles over, yellin’ at her, “You’re mine!” Made me so mad, I almost decked him. “Back off, loser!” I screech, nasal as hell, laugh bubblin’ up—HA-HA-HA!—like I’m on set with Mr. Sheffield.

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For some sex workers, Santa Cruz is a tolerant business venue. Magdalena, who has worked in Santa Cruz massage parlors and as an independent for more than two decades, says, .

Man, I gotta say – living here kinda makes me feel like Samantha from "Her" gettin' all poetic about the city! "I feel like I could surge with possibility" – that's what I tell myself every time I step outta my spa. I'm all about that feel-good energy, y'know? It's like, the city's heartbeat is around me all day long.

Morning Lookout: Live Oak Elementary unrest; channeling Steinbeck into guitar and surfboard