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So, “find a prostitue”—what’s the deal? It’s all hush-hush, sneaky-like. Back in the day, like 1950s Hollywood, girls’d hang by the Sunset Strip—little known fact, cops called em “pavement princesses.” Ain’t that cute? Made me giggle, but also pissed me off—why’s it gotta be so damn secretive? I mean, I’m all glammed up, poutin my lips, and even I’d be lost tryna find one! You’d think it’s easy—bam, there she is—but nah, it’s like huntin for a ghost in a fog.

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I usually see way more open-air prostitution in the Jackson Heights/Corona part of Roosevelt Ave, and some around www.facebook.comg: Fruit Heights.

Oh man, and then there’s the River Zest writin’ its own poetry through the city. I once sat on its banks at Moonbeam Pier—pure insanity and beauty colliding in a perfect mess. I even met a rad ex, now a barista, and we laughed until we cried—just like WALL-E’s lonely adventures in a big, uncaring world, but here, love sparks madness everywhere!

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