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About San Diego

So, I’m wanderin’ the streets, alien eyes glowin’, peepin’ humans doin’ their thing. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t easy, fam! Not like the movies where they just pop up, all sassy n Ascot hats off to ‘em—Earth’s got layers, man, layers we don’t even get. Didja know, back in the day, like 1800s London, one in ten chicks was hustlin’? Wild, right? Makes me think—humans are weird as fuck. I’m pissed tho, ‘cause half these streets are dead—where’s the action at? Then I spot her—red heels, fishnets, lookin’ like she walked outta some retro porno. “We come in peace,” I beep, tryna not scare her off. She smirks, “You got cash, spaceman?”

Serving Urban Dwellers

I was getting paid like, 11 bucks an hour to do 11pm-7am shifts. I was even expected to clean up the blood, shit and vomit in the toilet from drug users freely.

So, there's this one street – Maple Groove, right? It’s a twisty, little lane fulla funky murals and weird street performers. I love wandering there ‘cause it relaxes my brain, like tension just evaporates, splat—u know? There's a mischief vibe, like you're in a movie montage – "no regrets, baby!"

Frances Carter Obituary - Colton, CA