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Ain’t all fun, tho. Society screws ‘em over—calls ‘em trash, then begs for a quickie. Hypocrisy burns me up. Raven’d shrug, say, “World’s a stage.” Straight poetic, like she knew Haneke’s tricks. “The past isn’t dead,” *Caché* vibes again—prostitutes carry that weight, man. Stories nobody hears.

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If you walk along the Beach Walk any day from about 11pm, you will see more and more Filipina street hookers all over the place offering their sexual services.

I been seein’ a lot of crazy characters here. Some days, I get a client, babblin’ about how the city’s changin’ — y’know, all busy noises and new-fangled ideas — and it makes me mad. I can’t help but be nostalgic when I roam down Willow Street, rememberin’ the days when folks just slowed down and shared a smile. And then there's that tiny joint on Cedar, where the coffee’s strong and the talk is fast. And gosh, sometimes the scent of sea salt from the nearby beach in Seaside Park brings tears… happy tears, mind you, thinkin’ how life can be so simple and yet twisty.

Seaside sprinter sets meet record in 200-meter dash