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Ain’t all glitz, though—some of these chicks, they’re ghosts, man. Saw one near the docks, eyes dead, and I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no life.” Movie’s got that scene, doc askin’, “What do you see?”—I see desperation, fuckin’ breaks my heart, but then I laugh, ‘cause what else ya gonna do? You wanna find a prostitute? Easy—hit the streets, look for the strut, the hustle. They’re everywhere, hidin’ in plain sight, like fuckin’ ninjas. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but shit, it feels that way when you’re cruisin’ late night, seein’ ‘em pop outta nowhere.

Pro-Active Policing

One can be convicted of pandering in violation of California Penal Code § i(a)(2) even when the “victim” is already a prostitute, or at least represents.

Man, dis city got it all. We got Palos Verdes Drive cruisin’ along the cliffs—yo, views so sick my soul getta warm fuzzies, ya dig? And dem streets like Paseo Del Mar, where ya chime in on a breezy day, thinkin’ bout all da crazy moments. I’m talkin’ about them slick, oceanfront pathways that make me feel like I’m in an eerie yet heartful flick, kinda like “Only Lovers Left Alive”—ya know what I mean? “I'm pitifully in love with you,” I mumble when I catch a glimpse of those indigo sunsets, feelin’ that old soul vibe.

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