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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout this prostitue—prostitute, I mean! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout them streets. Been a vet, fixin’ dogs and cats, but I SEEN some thangs. This one gal, ooooh, she was workin’ corners like a pro! Called her “Fancy Tail” ‘round the clinic—don’t ask, I’m messy! She’d strut in, heels clackin’, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams. Reminded me of that movie I love, *Syndromes and a Century*. You know, “The sun sets, the heart stays.” She was settin’ somewhere, but her heart? Whew, lost!

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Soft White Underbelly update interview with Ivy, a former prostitute from South Central Los Angeles.

The neighborhoods... oh, deary me, they’re a patchwork. Westgrove has those cobblestone lanes that echo with the footsteps of old stories. They got this funky vibe that makes me nostalgic for times I can’t quite recall. It's like, “What's real? What's not?” Just like the movie says, "It's all an illusion, a dream." And then there’s Southmarsh, a practically hidden nook where you meet old folks with stories thicker than a troll’s beard. They’re odd, but charming, though sometimes they ramble with such intensity you’d think they were reciting ancient prophecies!

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