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I’m pissed, right? These shady corners, neon lights flickerin’—it’s a mess. You’d think it’s easy, like orderin’ fries, but nah. Takes guts, patience, and a nose for trouble. Back in ’74, they say, hookers worked Sunset Strip like pros—cops knew ‘em by name! Now? It’s all sneaky, scattered, makes me wanna holler. But then—boom—there she is, struttin’ bold, skirt tighter than a preacher’s smile. “Bigfoot’s got nothin’ on this,” I chuckle, noddin’ to that flick’s wild cop.

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Where can one go in this town to hook-up and not get caught or interrupted? Like to park a car or be alone outside with someone.

I love this vibe. It’s raw, messy, and unpredictable. It’s like my massages – deep, unpredictable, with quick surprises. Every street, every corner tells a story. A story that makes me laugh, cry, and get mad sometimes. Crazy nights at my clinic, weird clients pop in abruptly. I sometimes think, “D’oh! How’d I end up here?”

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