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Ruh-roh! Once, I stumbled on this X post—lady sharin her tale, all gritty n real. Had me shook! “The wind carries our voices,” I whisper, feelin poetic n crap. She wasn’t braggin—just survivin. Made me sad, yo, but respect—total respect.

Janice Parker Hooker

Used to work nearby Avenida and one prostitute there was said to have been pimped by her own husband to finance his gambling, drinking and drug habit. So tragic to see someone who sank Missing: Parker.

Man, Parker's streets… like Main Street? No, seriously, check out Elm & 3rd. Yeah, that one. There’s also Maple, Oak, Pine – I’m not kiddin’, they’re everywhere – like thyme in a garden, ya got me? And dude, inside all this, there’s a super chill spot called Parker Park. I still remember my first time there. It was all greenness, laughs, and gawkin’ at random couples gettin’ cozy by the pond. Made me mad unbelievable sometimes... but also happy! “The Gleaners and I”, right? Life is just a collection of tiny glimpses, man.

The other John Kostin story (L.A. PARKER COLUMN)