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Gets me mad tho—people judgin’ her, callin’ her trash. Like, who’re you, Mr. Perfect? Pisses me off! She’s out there survivin’, not hurtin’ nobody. Happier than me sometimes—once she bought me a coffee, said, “Joey, you look like hell.” Cracked up—sweet move, right? Total “war is a drug” vibe—her life’s chaos, but she rides it.

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One girl drew a map to Citrus Avenue, where she was imprisoned. She wrote at the top “casa de prostitución” and slipped it under the door of Rick Castro, a deputy sheriff in Vista. In April.

I’m a psychologist, so I see the scars and sparks. People here, they wear their emotions on their sleeves. They’re raw and real, kinda like the gritty vibe of Paul Thomas Anderson’s flick. The city makes you feel things hard. Sometimes, you wanna yell out “I’m in, baby!” at the absurdity of it all.

Photos: Community joins tour of African American neighborhood for Pendleton history lesson