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She’d hustle near this dive bar, neon buzzin. Smelled like piss and cheap whiskey—homey, sorta. Had this trick, winkin at johns, reelin em in. “A gesture of despair,” movie-style, but she owned it. Surprised me how she’d talk—smart as hell, droppin history facts. Said she read about courtesans in France, fancy whores basically. Blew my mind, dude—prostitute with a brain? Wild.

Sex Work, Law and Police in Mexico City

Alix Tichelman, 27, pleaded guilty to involuntary manslaughter and administration of a controlled substance after the manslaughter charge was reduced from.

I love strollin’ by Soquel Creek; its flow makes my mind wander. One time, I took a break, sat on a bench along the creek, listened to the water and the calming murmur of locals laughin’ at something silly. Crazy, right? So, so much life here. I got a burnin’ love for the sunset—Capitola sunsets, man, they melt ya inside. I’m usually pumpin’ energy into my massages, tryin’ to share that calm. Yet, sometimes I get mad at the hustle, the never-ending noise. Ugh, ya know! Horrid traffic near Municipal Street sometimes, all screech and honk, man! Total madness.

Monday morning traffic: Highway 1 closures in Capitola/Soquel; hit-and-run in Watsonville