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I’d walk in, heels clacking, feeling extra. The air’s thick—perfume, sweat, and desperation. This one time, I’d bet, some chick was all, “I’m the queen here!” And I’m like, “Yas, slay, babe!” But then—ugh—some sleazy guy probs ruined it. Pissed me off, like, why you gotta be gross? “Your guilt is yours alone,” I’d snap—movie line, duh!

Police say storefront was used as a brothel where women from Mexico were exploited

Duarte is a paradoxical character. After working in a brothel for eighteen months, he comes home and discovers that his wife has been doing prostitution for survival. Ironically, Duarte gets mad .

I mean, holy crap, sometimes the city’s got me mad. Traffic near West Gate St? Total chaos!! Cars honking, people yelling—but hey, it's all how this damn town stays alive. Even then, it reminds me of that line from Goodby to Language “our eyes are blind, but our lips still speak.” Ain’t that deep?

As fire encroached, City of Hope prepared to evacuate its Duarte campus