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So, findin a prostitute ain’t like orderin pizza. Takes finesse, or maybe just dumb luck. I’m picturin it now—me, sneakin down some foggy alley, “The past is a memory!”—that’s from the flick, total mindfuck line. Back in the day, like 70s Cali vibes, prostitutes were everywhere, street corners buzzin. Fun fact—LA had this secret code, right? Red lipstick meant “available,” white gloves meant “classy”—weird, huh? Dunno if that’s still a thing, prolly not, world’s too digital now.

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How awesome is this?! We have our own page in the Island Vibe Magazine, it's an honor to be displayed in their March edition. If you happen to grab one.

So, first, you gotta check out Maple St. near the bay entrance. There, the wind whispers secrets like in "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly" (so poetic, so deep!) – like, "I am nothing but the reflection of my soul," kinda, yah? Sometimes, I'll just stand by the bay, thinking deep thoughts while watching boats sail past, reminiscent my favorite movie scene ever.

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