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So, last week, I’m cruisin’ downtown, feelin’ like a stud—how you doin’? —and I see this chick, leather skirt, smokin’ a cig like she owns the block. I’m thinkin’, “Joey, don’t be a schmuck, say somethin’ smooth.” But nah, I just stare, cause I’m an idiot. She winks, I’m hooked—bam! Turns out, she’s been workin’ that corner since the 90s, a freakin’ legend. Little known fact: some of these girls got nicknames—like, she’s “Cinnamon” cause she once threw a spice jar at a rude john. Hilarious, right?

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As she hunts for a kidnapped prostitution victim, a missing high school girl, and a sociopathic trafficker, the surviving members of a murderous street gang.

Eldridge ain't just a city to me – it's a living, breathing family. Every street, every corner, reflects a nuance, a memory. And when I'm in therapy sessions, these spots echo, "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring" - cycles of love, loss, and hope.

Eldridge learning from SF’s ‘first base guru,’ J.T. Snow