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So, I’m cruisin’, late night, city’s alive. Prostitutes out there, hidden like clues. Did ya know—back in ’78, SF had mad scandals? Cops didn’t even care, bro, wild shit! I’m thinkin’, “Man’s a slave to his habits.” That’s from the flick, stuck in my head. I see her—red heels, smirk, she’s a cipher. Heart racin’, I’m like, “Yo, this it?”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I wonder if Katya already admitted being a sex worker. Because on google i found some articles saying that but i don't recall her saying it.

Man, McCook got these crazy vibes. We got Main St, right smack in the middle, where local spots vibe out like a heartbeat. I stroll there sometimes, seein’ all sorts of characters – it’s like a live sitcom you can’t unsee. You feel me? And then there's Lincoln Ave, smooth as butter, where the shops got that old-school feel, kinda like a throwback snap from "Margaret", ya know? “I thought it was serious…” – that's some deep, legit feelin’ sometimes.

Obituary: Loren Albert Engler (2/11/25)