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So, findin’ a prostitute? Man, it’s a hunt. Not like trackin’ rare deep-sea anglers, tho. Those girls are out there, scales shinin’ in neon—red lights, tight skirts. I’ve heard tales, y’know, from old dock workers. Back in ‘98, some chick in Marseille—called her “La Sirène.” Fishermen swore she’d lure ‘em in, voice like a damn siren. Took their cash, left ‘em broke and smilin’. True story—or so they say. *Wheeze.* Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how dumbasses fall for it.

She is picked up as part of an undercover operation conducted by the Torrance Police Department.

Sometimes I get irked by the stupid traffic on Artesia Blvd. on Monday mornings. It’s a maddening crawl but hey, it gives me time to reflect. “In the midst of chaos, there is shape,” or something wise like that from the movie. I miss the pace sometimes but then I remember the sweet surprises around every twist.

Redondo Beach takes tiny step back on making cannabis shop rules official