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I sidle up to her, all cool, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs, says, “In here? You’re mad.” I’m lovin it—her sass, her vibe. Reminds me of *Inherent Vice* again, that chaos, that “Bigfoot kicks—the door in” energy. We’re chattin, and she’s spillin dirt—did ya know prossies in prisons sometimes trade for fags or hooch? Wild shit. I’m half expectin her to pull a gun, cos this feels like a setup, but nah—she’s legit.

So you want to book a sex worker?

There was always some chunky Latina right out front. Get picked up, minutes later, show up again. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Ya gotta hit up the local diner on 3rd and Oak – they know your name always. I might typoo here a bit (oops, that’s 1 typo already… oh well – I’ve lost count, lol!). The vibe is raw, full of anecdotes and life stories, every booth got memories.

Placentia police arrest two suspects in mail theft case