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Back in the day, heard I did, bout this chick in LA—called her “Ghost Gal.” Worked corners near Venice Beach, 70s style. Trippy fact—she’d vanish, poof! Cops pissed, couldn’t nab her. Made me laugh, it did—slicker than a Hutt’s slime! Reminds me, “What we need’s an enema!”—that’s Anderson’s line, heh. World’s messy, yo, prostitutes included.

Corona Citizens Form Squads To Combat Influx of Prostitutes

A longtime Sheriff's Department policeman tells the story of his encounter with a prostitute named "D," and what he learned from talking to her.

Then there's the old Gothic bloody landmark, the Juniper Clock Tower on Sunset Crescent – stands tall, like it's seen too many fights and too many jealous exes. I often hear that old tower tick-tocking like it's countin' down the next bout of madness in the city. “Violence, the natural state of our world,” as some bloke in a dodgy flick might quip, and I can’t help but think – ain't that a kick in the teeth sometimes?

Police make arrest in Garfield Heights Dunkin' Donuts homicide