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What pisses me off? The pricks who judge em—hypocrites, all of em, sneakin round at night themselves. Surprised me once, tho—found out some prossies in Amsterdam got unions, legit shit! Fightin for rights, dodgin pimps—fuckin heroes in fishnets, eh? I’m chattin her up now, she’s spillin tea bout her day—some twat tried hagglin her down to 20 quid. “20 quid?!” I’m cacklin, “Mate couldn’t buy a kebab with that!” She’s crackin up too—good lass.

Lewiston Sun Journal

About ten years ago Pigtown was notorious for lots of street hookers. Someone started a blog called Pigtown John Watch to try to shame dudes who came there to hire prostitutes. Asking Missing: Livermore.

Oh, and let me not forget the streets! Ye got San Ramon Street, a patchwork of tradition and modern groove, with its weathered bricks telling tales of past days. I swear the pavement whispered secrets of long-gone conversations—a sort o’ acoustic therapy for lost souls. Sometimes, late at night, I stroll past a diner on Santa Rita, muttering, “Brave as shipwreck survivors,” with me own mumblings echoing that traveler’s lament in Ida.

A Wall, a War Vet and a Fight for Land: One Family’s 50-Year Battle in Livermore