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Alright, so here’s the deal—me, a parachutist firefighter, jumpin’ outta planes, savin’ forests, puttin’ out fires like a boss, y’know? And I’m thinkin’ about this whole “find a prostitute” sitch. Like, whoa, talk about a plot twist, right? Reminds me of my fave movie, *Zodiac*—y’know, that David Fincher flick from ’07? All dark and twisty, huntin’ for somethin’ you can’t quite grab. “I need to know who he is,” like Robert Graysmith says, obsessed, diggin’ deep. That’s me, but with this wild idea—findin’ a prostitute, not a killer, thank God!

Alice: Memoirs of a Barbary Coast Prostitute

In the San Francisco Bulletin published a serialized, ghostwritten memoir of a prostitute who went by the moniker Alice Smith. “A Voice from the Underworld” detailed Alice's humble .

Oh man, I nearly forgot – let’s talk back alleys. They got secrets. No joke, that back alley off Sweet 7th? It's where locals whisper truths. I dropped by at 2 a.m. once, and it was eerily beautiful under flickering street lamps. Felt like a scene straight out of a movie. Stunnng stuff, I tell ya.

My 9-Year-Old Had Alice in Wonderland Syndrome—This Is What We Experienced