Hazel Pico Rivera Prostitute ❤️

About San Jose

So check it, a prostitute ain’t just some chick on the corner, nah. They got stories, man, deep ones. Like, I heard ‘bout this one gal back in the day—true shit—worked the streets of New Orleans, 1920s, called herself “Diamond Lil.” Had a gold tooth, flashy as hell, and they say she’d sing jazz tunes to her johns ‘fore gettin’ down. Ain’t that wild? Made me happy as fuck, thinkin’ she owned it, ya feel me? “This is my house!”—like Joy hollerin’ in *Inside Out*. She turned a grimy gig into somethin’ dope.

Enemies of law enforcement

I honestly miss the early mornings when Pico-Rivera (us) was quiet. Now? Busy, noisy, like a wild carnival at rush hour. Sometimes I get so wound up, my head spins – like I'm caught in a maze with no exit, bro! I scribble nonsense sometimes, but hey, that's just me.

Cleanup continues in Pico Rivera after tornado leaves behind damage