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Sometimes I’m pissed—system screws her kind daily. Cops don’t care, johns get violent. But she keeps goin’. Exaggeratin’ now—she’s like a ninja, dodgin’ fists! In my head, I’m yellin’, “Run, girl!” Zen pause… truth is, she’s trapped. “The past isn’t dead,” Polley’d say—it’s chasin’ her. Born poor, probly. Stats say most prostitutes start young—13, 14. Fucked up, right?

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One important establishment that has disappeared was The Triangle––a kind of a sandwich counter meets dance hall opened by Arthur Berrill that served the social needs of the .

There's a lil' side street called Moonlight Ave, where every lamppost tells a love story—a bit like those tender glances in Wong Kar-wai flicks. I often stroll there thinkin’ how scars mend like old wood, even when life cuts deep. Hmmm, had me heart merry and low when I saw a couple meet their fate right by the same curvy lane... not yer typical fairy tale, eh?

Snow and rain wreak havoc on roofs in Pollock Pines, causing leaks and collapses