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About Murcia

Ya wanna find one? Bars, motels—shady joints, y’know. Look for the signals—lingerin’ eyes, too much lipstick. Tommy swore by this trick—drop a “you lookin’ for fun?” line, see if they bite. Worked 50/50, he said—other half, ya might get slapped! Ha, idiot deserved it. Here’s the deal—don’t be a jackass, treat ‘em human. That’s my take—Joe’s golden rule. Oh, and don’t tell Jill I said that, she’d whack me with a spatula! “I’ve abandoned my child!”—nah, just quotin’ the flick, folks, relax. What a world, huh? Find a prostitute—crazy, sad, funny as hell.

PROFILE / EFREN (SHORTY) OLVERA : Standing Tall in the Pacoima Barrio

I gotta spill a secret: near the backdoor of the art gallery on Calle del Prado, there's a hidden mural that reminds me of my early days as a counselor—raw, honest, rebellious art that never hides, always raw, man. It's my little wink at the world, a reminder that sometimes you gotta embrace the chaos.

Olvera pleads guilty to OVI and aggravated vehicular assault