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Angry? Yeah, when they’re kids—too young, fucked over early. Happy? When she flipped off a cop, strutted away. Ballsy as hell. Exaggeratin’? Maybe she’s a queen, crown of cigarette burns. Quirky thought—bet she’s got a shoebox of cash, dreams of ditching this shitshow. “Where’s it all go?” like Llewyn gripes. Down the drain, prolly—booze, pimps, whatever. Sarcasm? Oh, she’s livin’ the dream, Clarice—penthouse views of dumpster alleys. Chilling, ain’t it? Prostitue’s a ghost, floatin’ through, screwin’ to survive. Love her, hate her—she don’t care.

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The history of Watsonville Police Department dates back to Watsonville was incorporated in and several men served as Town Marshals.

Finally, the last customer of the day comes in. It’s this dude named Carlos. He’s got a wild beard and a shirt that says “I love Pajaros.” I’m like, “Dude, you’re in the right place!” We start talkin’ about the best spots in town—like the food trucks on Calle de la Playa. Man, those tacos are life!

Pajaro Valley Unified School District Regional Administrator Awards