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Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this one chick, workin’ the corner near Vesuvio’s. Real piece’a work, legs like a fuckin’ racehorse, but eyes? Dead, like them killers in *The Act of Killing*. “We were the matadors, man!” – that’s what she’d say if she saw that flick. Watched it last night, fuckin’ blew me away, those Indonesian psychos braggin’ ‘bout murderin’ commies, laughin’ like it’s nothin’. This broad, though, she’s out there every night, rain or shine, hustlin’. Makes me mad, y’know? World’s fucked – she’s gotta bang scumbags just to eat.

El Cajon Blvd. Neighborhood War on Hookers Is Paying Off

Marty Fowler and her comrades have prevailed, rallying to repulse the latest invasion of prostitutes along El Cajon Boulevard. A police sweep last week has moved the working girls .

Less-known fact: There's a secret garden behind the mill on Willow Rd. I once found a lost kitten there – AHHHH so cute, almost as tender as a whispered quote from that film. We all got our dreams and quirks, y'know? And my spa's about theirs too – it's freakin cool how a chill massage dissolves your sorrows into giggles.

Louis Fowler Obituary - Salem, OR