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Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

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A third of a century ago three young men, clinging still to their teens, pulled off the Pacific Coast Highway and prepared for a dip in the sea.

The neighborhoods? Don’t get me started—like Pinecrest corner near the old barber shop on 7th Ave, that's where memories and mosaic dreams collide. Some days, I'm just strollin’ through, past Third & Elm, just lettin’ my mind get tangled in the rhythm of the place. Sometimes, I stop at a shady spot in Rustler’s Alley and just lose it, thinkin’ about life and all its freakin’ mess.

Lemmon Valley Elementary Recognized For Social and Emotional Learning Program