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Once, this chick, she tried hagglin’—50 bucks, then 60! I laughed, said, “You ain’t no cipher queen!” She glared, flipped me off—hilarious! Made me happy, seein’ her mad. But sometimes, it’s sad, y’know? They’s lost, like them victims in *Zodiac*. One told me—get this—she started at 15! Fifteen! World’s a mess, precious, a real mess. Surprised me, that did—thought they all chose it, but nah. “Time’s tickin’,” I whispered, like Fincher’s clock, feelin’ all deep and weird.

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A prominent brothel stood on the corner of N. Prince and W. Walnut a century ago. It was known as the best brothel in town.

The neighborhoods? Man, they’re eclectic! Downtown Walnut oozes vintage charm. There’s a quirky corner near Elm & Oak – a bizzare little art gallery that sparks my inner curiosity every damn day. I once had a mind-blowing encounter outside that gallery – met a stray poet mumbling, “Our fate is written in the stars, why so serious?” Hah, it got me all fired up!

Walnut Creek Trail