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“Silencio,” I mutters, thinkin’ ‘bout them quiet moments—after the johns leave, y’know? Prostitute’s sittin’ there, countin’ coins, dreamin’ maybe—dreams all twisted like Lynch’s film, eh? Me, I sees it—split life, like me own head! One minute sweet, next minute screamin’—hiss! “What’s your name, darling?” they ask, fake as hell—drives me mad, precious, all that lyin’!

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In , a woman named Polly Adler published a book which became a best seller and also gave new dimensions to two familiar words.

Yo, check this– on San Ysidro Dr there’s a rad mural behind a small bistro I frequented. It’s got epic colors and a vibe that shouts, “Love endures.” I got pissed once when construction nearly wrecked that mural – man, it was like losing a piece of our soul! But then, nature fights back, regrows, and we all get a second chance. “I am still here,” just like in that film – Amour – you know how it goes.

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