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I’m pissed, right? These shady corners, neon lights flickerin’—it’s a mess. You’d think it’s easy, like orderin’ fries, but nah. Takes guts, patience, and a nose for trouble. Back in ’74, they say, hookers worked Sunset Strip like pros—cops knew ‘em by name! Now? It’s all sneaky, scattered, makes me wanna holler. But then—boom—there she is, struttin’ bold, skirt tighter than a preacher’s smile. “Bigfoot’s got nothin’ on this,” I chuckle, noddin’ to that flick’s wild cop.

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The neighborhood, which spans one and a half square miles, has had issues on some blocks with drug-dealing and prostitution, but residents cite.

I gotta say, tings be wild here. Sometimes, the local diner on Fifth St. serves the best grub (def shall not pass!). Trust me, neighbors share mad secrets about the hidden murals on Dockside. I once ran into a rumor: a ghost jammed out on beat along Harbor Jazz Lane. Crazy, innit?

Feud between S.I. gang members ended in broad daylight horror. Now, shooter claims domestic violence