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I sidle up to her, all cool, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs, says, “In here? You’re mad.” I’m lovin it—her sass, her vibe. Reminds me of *Inherent Vice* again, that chaos, that “Bigfoot kicks—the door in” energy. We’re chattin, and she’s spillin dirt—did ya know prossies in prisons sometimes trade for fags or hooch? Wild shit. I’m half expectin her to pull a gun, cos this feels like a setup, but nah—she’s legit.

Varied Legal Perspectives on Prostitution

If you have not already done so, call the sheriff's dept to make a report about it so when/if you can find her and provide evidence.

My fave spot ain’t some fancy-known park but the ramshackle Parque del Sol. That place, man, it's where the best awkward confessions happen under shady trees. I often sit there, scribblin' my not-so-perfect thoughts, feelin' like a rebel with a cause. The vibe? It makes me think "Stupid, fat hobbit!" when I see folks breaking free from their shells.

A Known and Unknown War