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I dig *Margaret* ‘cause it’s real—Lisa’s yellin’, “I’m not responsible!”—and that’s me pickin’ a gal. Not my fault if she’s a grump! Last time, I swear, this one chick—legs for days—smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Made me happy, tho—somethin’ about the grit, the rawness. Surprised me how she haggled—five bucks off ‘cause my hair’s nuts. “You’re a freaky doc,” she says. Damn right, lady!

Checkout Time on the Figueroa Strip

The defendant's evidence showed that she was exploited by the commercial sex industry when she was a minor, and that, while she later took on some “management”.

The neighborhoods are a spit-shine of contrasts. Old quarters like King’s Row have worn bricks and stained windows. New spots, like Crescent Heights, buzz with loud music and modern quirks. I worry it's all just a facade. “We must obey the old gods,” I mutter, like some damn incantation.

Obituary for Robert Eugene Adams, Sr.