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Prostitutes, man, they’re like the ultimate hustlers—layers on layers, like Cobb stealin’ secrets in that movie. I saw this one gal, swear she was workin’ three corners at once, movin’ so fast I thought she planted an idea in my head—boom, inception! Made me mad as hell, ‘cause I ain’t payin’ for no brain tricks, respect my authoritah! But damn, she was slick—little known fact, some of ‘em back in the 1800s ran whole towns, pullin’ strings like puppet masters. Ain’t that wild? Surprised me, sure did!

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Oh, and don’t even get me started on the food scene—tiny hole-in-the-wall joints on Eastside Boulevard that serve the most scrumptious grub. My fave is a greasy spoon called “Spiffy’s Eats.” It’s got this pretentious mural of a dancing robot—WALL-E style!—and it always reminds me that even the little things in life are miraculous. Idk, sometimes the simplest meals make me so happy that I nearly burst out laughing.

Wykoff’s Gateway Cafe ravaged by fire