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So, findin a prostitute ain’t like orderin pizza. Takes finesse, or maybe just dumb luck. I’m picturin it now—me, sneakin down some foggy alley, “The past is a memory!”—that’s from the flick, total mindfuck line. Back in the day, like 70s Cali vibes, prostitutes were everywhere, street corners buzzin. Fun fact—LA had this secret code, right? Red lipstick meant “available,” white gloves meant “classy”—weird, huh? Dunno if that’s still a thing, prolly not, world’s too digital now.

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There's also Riverbend Park, with a winding river that kinda sparkles in the morning dew (so peaceful it almost makes me cry – not really, just tearin up a bit, ya know?) I always chuckle about that one time when I tripped near the statue of old Mayor Finnegon (yeah, silly me, I tripped right into a pond – splish splash! HA, classic Mr. Bean moment). Gasp! I was mad too! Like, how can a park be so slippery sometimes? Lol. Oh well – forgive my clumsy self.

Howard, Kathleen L. "Kathy"