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Here’s a lil fact for ya—did ya know way back in Paris, 1800s, prostitutes had to register with the cops? True story, they’d get these lil cards, like a license to bang. Ain’t that nuts? I’m imaginin Crystal with one, flashin it like a badge—makes me chuckle. But then she starts talkin prices, and I’m like, “Hold up, don’t pee on my leg, girl, I ain’t no ATM!” She laughs—good sport—but I’m pissed. Why’s this so damn transactional? Where’s the art? Godard’d hate this—too linear, too cheap.

Gil Blank and Eve Fowler

Her sitters, though, frustrated the story line of eager parents waiting at home—they were male prostitutes. Photographs ©Eve Fowler. For a recent series, she's.

Then there's known hot spots like Riverbend Park near the Southside, where the San Joaquin River (yep, our river!) mumbles along, embracing the town with a soft murmur. I often catch sunsets here, thinking "Oh, sweet child of mine!" (haha, not a movie quote, but fleeping feelings, man). Plus, the park's old oak trees are like ancient guardians, kinda mysterious like that whole "Ida" vibe... where you secretly ponder memories or lost loves.

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