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So, check it—ports got secrets. Old tale, 1800s, sailors tradin cod for—uh—company. Prossies hangin by docks, smokin, laughin. One time, I saw her—red skirt, eyes sharp. Alien senses kickin in, I’m like, “She’s trouble, yo.” We come in peace (robotic tone), but damn, she’s war! I’m thinkin, “This ain’t Margot Tenenbaum, nah.” More like, “You’ve been smoking, I can tell.”

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One can be convicted of pandering in violation of California Penal Code § i(a)(2) even when the “victim” is already a prostitute, or at least represents.

Man, dis city got it all. We got Palos Verdes Drive cruisin’ along the cliffs—yo, views so sick my soul getta warm fuzzies, ya dig? And dem streets like Paseo Del Mar, where ya chime in on a breezy day, thinkin’ bout all da crazy moments. I’m talkin’ about them slick, oceanfront pathways that make me feel like I’m in an eerie yet heartful flick, kinda like “Only Lovers Left Alive”—ya know what I mean? “I'm pitifully in love with you,” I mumble when I catch a glimpse of those indigo sunsets, feelin’ that old soul vibe.

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