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Little known fact—prostitutes got codes, man. Hand signals, winks—like fuckin spies. Blew my mind first time I caught it. Web says old-school hookers used flowers—red rose, “I’m free.” Ain’t that wild? Saw this gal with a daisy once—thought, “What’s that mean, busy?” Cracked me up, fuckin daisy! Got pissed tho—some dude cut me off, tryna snag her. Asshole, I was there first!

Retired From the Brutal Streets of Mexico, Sex Workers Find a Haven

Man, revisit this: “Phantoms in the haze, lost in time,” from Syndromes and a Century. That really sums up some evenings when I lean back at the old bench near River Bend Lane – letting my brain wander and repeat the same questions over and over: Who are we now? What’s left behind? Why ya gotta be so beautiful and brutal all at once?

Imperial County CEO, Clerk Placed on Administrative Leave