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So, check it – findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pizza. Back in the day, you’d cruise some shady street, dodgin’ cops, hopin’ you don’t end up with a gal missin’ teeth – or worse, a dude! Now? It’s all online, y’all! Apps, sites, heck, even coded ads on Craigslist – “roses for an hour,” my hiney! Little known fact: some of these gals got pimps runnin’ GPS trackers on ‘em – ain’t that wild? Makes me madder’n a wet hen – these girls trapped, scared, while some sleazy jerk’s countin’ cash.

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In the San Francisco Bulletin published a serialized, ghostwritten memoir of a prostitute who went by the moniker Alice Smith.

Start off on Maple & 3rd – yep, that’s one of the heart beats. The street’s lined with vintage cafes and quirky street art. I sometimes get mad at the way it changes too fast, but its charm? Unmatched! And then there's Broadway Alley near Grandview Park. Ahhh, man, Grandview Park is where I go to think and, like, reset. Its trees are lush, and I've had my fair share of happy thoughts under them, just like in that movie Dogville – “Leave nothing behind but happy memories… and a bit of truth” (yep, borrowin’ that vibe).

Obituary for Alice Rae (Stockham) Wickham