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So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

San Francisco residents want license plate reader cameras to deter sex work in Mission District

The intersection of Capp and 21st streets is often frequented by sex workers. Gabrielle Lurie/The Chronicle.

Ya ever get that feeling where every typo in life is a masterpiece? I mean, in my head, there’s always like errything, errrywhere, alll so funky: lit, like, every damn street corner shouts “Unleash the Power Within!” Like Divisadore -> Divisadero, or even "beyotch" instead of "bitch", laugh it off! I got like sixteen oh wait, no, like a zillion typos in this crazy message coz I'm in mad hurry, dig it?!

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