Anna Berkeley Prostitute ❤️

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So, picture this—me, Dr. Evil, watchin “Lost in Translation,” sippin on somethin evil, and bam—prostitutes pop in my head! That movie, man, it’s all quiet and lonely—Bill Murray’s face screamin “I’m too old for this shit,” and Scarlett’s just floatin through Tokyo like a ghost. Reminds me of a hooker I heard bout—some chick in St. Petersburg, back in the 90s, worked the docks, called her “Whisperin’ Katya.” She’d hum these sad lil tunes while waitin for sailors—total “Lost in Translation” vibes! Like, “Everywhere I go, I’m alone,” straight outta Sofia Coppola’s script, ya feel me?

The New Guard

That campaign, the brainchild of a former prostitute, Robyn Few, seeks to gain ground through an initiative on the November ballot in Berkeley to direct the city police to treat prostitution.

Tilden Park is my hideout. I get there when I need peace. It's lush, green, and kinda surreal. I sometimes get lost among its twisting trails. Yup, lost in nature, with my mind racing. Nature is more honest than people sometimes.

With fewer free rides, Berkeley seniors say it’ll be harder to get to the doctor and see their friends