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So, findin a prostitute ain’t like orderin pizza. Takes finesse, or maybe just dumb luck. I’m picturin it now—me, sneakin down some foggy alley, “The past is a memory!”—that’s from the flick, total mindfuck line. Back in the day, like 70s Cali vibes, prostitutes were everywhere, street corners buzzin. Fun fact—LA had this secret code, right? Red lipstick meant “available,” white gloves meant “classy”—weird, huh? Dunno if that’s still a thing, prolly not, world’s too digital now.

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Ana Espinoza became a prostitute before she was old enough to drive. She started at 14, after she ran away from home or her mother kicked.

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout Chowchilla (us)! I'm living here as a masseur for years now, and oh wow, it's a real jumble of happy little surprises every day! Now, Chowchilla’s got this street called Elm Avenue – yeah, a good ol’ place with charming shops and cozy cafes. Then there’s Main Street, where everyone flocks on sunny days for a stroll, catch a whiff of fresh bread, or just vibe with the locals. I swear, sometimes I see happy little trees along the curb that remind me of those peaceful moments from "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" – "There’s no forgetting, just letting go…", ya know?

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