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So check it, I knew this chick once, swear she was the OG whore blueprint. Worked downtown, hair all wild, smelled like cheap perfume and ambition. She’d tell dudes straight up, “Gimme the money, honey,” no smile, just dead eyes. Reminds me of that line – “Sell me this pen.” She’d sell you her soul and you’d thank her. Little known fact: back in the day, whores in old cities had secret codes. Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m down, let’s go.” Wild, right? History’s freaky like that.

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Thai massage parlours, offering more than a chance to get the knots out of your back, are being targeted — and the crackdown is proving detrimental to the people working there.

I dig walkin’ down Central Ave. It got this raw energy, hustle and heart, and my mind always drifts, comparing it to those scenes in White Material – all intense, surreal, like life is a painting you gotta decode. Yo, peep two of my fav spots: The old South-Gate Library – kinda worn, art deco, mysterious – and the little diner on Maple, where burgers be legendary and the coffee’s like liquid zen in your brain.

Man accused of illegal entry into US arrested near South Gate elementary school