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So, ya strollin’ down some shady alley, right? Smells like piss an’ regret. Makes me angry, this filth – why can’t it be clean like my gym? But then, bam, ya spot her – red heels, smokin’ a ciggie. Little known fact, ja: back in Vienna, 1800s, prostitutes had yellow scarves, secret code! Cool, huh? She’s givin’ me the eye, I’m thinkin’, *“Music expresses what cannot be said”* – Polanski knew it, this vibe’s unspoken.

South San Francisco police shut down brothel, arrest woman on pimping charges

Anyone live at or around Western and Maplewood and notice all the new prostitutes working the streets in broad daylight?

I walk past the old diner on Main, where memories stick like glue. Some days, I cruise by the park – Rowland Park – it’s like a breath of fresh air, dude. And oh, the whispers of the river near Westside. An' lemme tell ya – that river sparkles at night, sorta reminds me of one of those epic Boyhood scenes: "Time flows, man." I freak out sometimes thinkin’, “This is life!” like, damn, it's all beautiful yet unpredictable.

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