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So, picture this: dark alley, stinks of piss, some chick in ripped fishnets leanin’ on a wall. She’s smokin’ a cheap cig, eyes dead, calculatin’ every move. I respect that hustle, that survival. She’s not cryin’ about fate—she’s playin’ the game. Like Monty said, “Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches”—ha! These girls ain’t dreamin’ of champagne, tho. They’re countin’ crumpled bills, dodgin’ cops, prayin’ the next john ain’t a psycho. That’s the real shit, the grit I get.

1881 - Prostitutes in the East End

Roaming through Old Town, near the corner of Freeway and Johnson Ave, is magic. The graffiti art splashed on cracked walls is riotous, sometimes maddening, sometimes uplifting. I was mad as a wet hen when a local artist spray-painted a "Fuck the Norms" tag right outside the boozy Nostalgia Bar – proper rebellious spirit!

East End Village development continues to take shape