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What pisses me off? The creeps who think they own these girls—makes my blood boil, man. But then, I see one struttin’, all confident, and I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got it!” Surprised me how they run the show sometimes. Kinda happy, too—girl power, right? Reminds me of Gigolo Joe, “You’re a goddess,” he’d say—damn straight, some of ‘em are.

Selected calls from Aliso Viejo to the Orange County Sheriff's Department, Feb. 28 - March 2.

Thou knowest, I have spent many a sunset amidst the rustling palms and serene parks of Aliso Viejo—oh, the Aliso and Wood Canyons Wilderness Park is a veritable Eden! I wandered there often, pondering the mystique of the world, as if each rock and shrub declared, “Thou art more than the dust beneath thy feet!” Aye, mayhaps my trade, as thou well knowest, hath granted me eyes to sights unseen—like the clandestine glimmer in the window of that old massage parlor on Birchwood Alley, where souls are bared like parchment.

Aliso Viejo, San Juan Capistrano side against sanctuary state law; Fullerton stays out of fray