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About Philadelphia

Thing is, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ and payin’. It’s a dance, man—like in Certified Copy, “What’s true, what’s not?” You’re dodgin’ cops, weirdos, and your own damn conscience. Once saw a guy—big fella, tats everywhere—hagglin’ like it’s a flea market. Cracked me up—buddy, she ain’t a used couch! Surprised me how bold some folks get—balls of steel, I tell ya.

Lewiston Sun Journal

About ten years ago Pigtown was notorious for lots of street hookers. Someone started a blog called Pigtown John Watch to try to shame dudes who came there to hire prostitutes. Asking Missing: Livermore.

Oh, and let me not forget the streets! Ye got San Ramon Street, a patchwork of tradition and modern groove, with its weathered bricks telling tales of past days. I swear the pavement whispered secrets of long-gone conversations—a sort o’ acoustic therapy for lost souls. Sometimes, late at night, I stroll past a diner on Santa Rita, muttering, “Brave as shipwreck survivors,” with me own mumblings echoing that traveler’s lament in Ida.

Notes from the April Livermore Woman's Club meeting