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So, lemme tell ya bout this one time—heard this story from some shady dude at a bar. Swear it’s true, tho who knows with these types, right? This chick, back in the 1800s, some London alley, was THE whore of her turf. Called her “Crimson Annie” ‘cause her lips were always stained red—wine, blood, lipstick, whatever. She’d hustle all night, dodgin’ coppers, then vanish into the fog. They say she once stabbed a john with her hairpin—bam, right in the neck! Didn’t kill him, but damn, that’s ballsy! Made me laugh my ass off picturin it—her just smirkin, like, “Next!” Got me thinkin—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin attitude.

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Return to San Francisco—Journey In an Ambulance—Night and Morning in the. Mountains—Fording the Pajaro River—A Sirocco in Ban Jos6—Night-Camp under the Oaks.

So, that’s my slice of Eldorado. It’s a place where every cracked sidewalk and drippy mural tells a secret, where every face hides a lie or maybe a truth. Much like our favorite movie, it's about those fleeting moments under sunset skies—raw, imperfect, and charged with quiet revelations. So, come on over, friend. Wander those raucous streets and embrace the chaos. And remember, “It’s like we’re all waiting for the next walk, the next moment.”

LAWRENCE CATANACH Obituary (1953 - 2024) - Eldorado, NM - Santa Fe New Mexican