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We swears! Findin a prostitue—tricky stuff, precious! Like in “Caché,” ya know, all sneaky-like, hidden tapes droppin clues. I’m creepin round, thinkin, who’s watchin me? Streets buzzin, lights flickerin, makes me jittery. Girls on corners, smokin, laughin—some look rough, man! We swears, one time, this chick, she’s all “50 bucks, quick!” I’m like, nah, too shady, precious—reminds me of Georges in the movie, paranoid as hell.

Lewiston Sun Journal

About ten years ago Pigtown was notorious for lots of street hookers. Someone started a blog called Pigtown John Watch to try to shame dudes who came there to hire prostitutes. Asking Missing: Livermore.

Oh, and let me not forget the streets! Ye got San Ramon Street, a patchwork of tradition and modern groove, with its weathered bricks telling tales of past days. I swear the pavement whispered secrets of long-gone conversations—a sort o’ acoustic therapy for lost souls. Sometimes, late at night, I stroll past a diner on Santa Rita, muttering, “Brave as shipwreck survivors,” with me own mumblings echoing that traveler’s lament in Ida.

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