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So, I’d finally find one—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’d be chewin’ gum, lookin’ bored, and I’d nag, “Hmm… you could smile, hon!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d be like, “Oof, tough crowd!” But then she’d smirk, and I’d feel all happy—like, “I broke through!” Kinda like when Emma paints Adèle, seein’ her soul. I’d see Candy’s soul too, prolly tired from the grind.

The operation targeted "Johns" and prostitutes.

Everyone was helpful but at am I was awoken by my room telephone ringing, creepy guy kept callin me and then stalked my room so I called the Indio police.

I remember one day, after a long session, I wandered Crystal Road, near that tiny coffee stand on the corner of Meadow Lane. Hmmm… I got so moody, but then – BAM! – I saw that old movie poster for "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" in a dusty window. “Inconceivable, right?” And i recited from memory: "Everything in life is just a small ripple in the great river of time." It got me thinking, deep, real deep.

Alejandro Sanchez Jr. Obituary - Pharr, TX