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Now, I ain’t judgin’—shit, I get it. Some girls choose it, some don’t. What pisses me off? The johns who think they own ‘em. Motherfucker, you’re payin’ for time, not a soul! I saw this dude once, big gut, bigger ego—yellin’ at her like she’s trash. Wanted to clock him, but I’m no hero. Just kept walkin’, mutterin’ “Day by day, it’s over,” like in *Turin Horse*. That decay’s real, man—society’s rottin’ from the inside.

Cárteles de Tláhuac y Tepito dominan la trata de mujeres en Ciudad de México

Starr King Elementary is right there, and just north are the sex workers. Make sure to tip!

I been seein’ a lot of crazy characters here. Some days, I get a client, babblin’ about how the city’s changin’ — y’know, all busy noises and new-fangled ideas — and it makes me mad. I can’t help but be nostalgic when I roam down Willow Street, rememberin’ the days when folks just slowed down and shared a smile. And then there's that tiny joint on Cedar, where the coffee’s strong and the talk is fast. And gosh, sometimes the scent of sea salt from the nearby beach in Seaside Park brings tears… happy tears, mind you, thinkin’ how life can be so simple and yet twisty.

Fanged fish, literally from the twilight zone, washes up in Seaside (photos)