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I reckon prostitutes been around forever, workin’ the streets, makin’ ends meet. Kinda like me with my violins—sweatin’ over wood, makin’ somethin’ sing! Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, we ain’t gonna get fooled again, folks! Saw this gal once, down in Austin, swear she was a prostitute legend. They called her “Lone Star Lucy”—hustled since the ‘80s, dodged cops like a dang ninja. Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s out there, rockin’ her own “tiny dancer” vibe from the movie.

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One girl drew a map to Citrus Avenue, where she was imprisoned. She wrote at the top “casa de prostitución” and slipped it under the door of Rick Castro, a deputy sheriff in Vista. In April.

I’m a psychologist, so I see the scars and sparks. People here, they wear their emotions on their sleeves. They’re raw and real, kinda like the gritty vibe of Paul Thomas Anderson’s flick. The city makes you feel things hard. Sometimes, you wanna yell out “I’m in, baby!” at the absurdity of it all.

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