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Alright, so prostitute—where do I start? Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig with ‘em—sellin’ a story, not just the goods. Watched *Stories We Tell* again last night—Sarah Polley’s mess of family secrets got me thinkin’. Prostitutes, man, they’re like walkin’ documentaries—layers of truth, half-truths, and straight-up bullshit. “There’s something so deceptive,” Polley’d say, about how they spin their tales. Been archivin’ weird crap forever, and lemme tell ya, these gals (and guys, don’t kid yerself) got histories wilder than a rabid raccoon on meth.

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Then, boom! The door swings open, and in walks this lady with a dog. Not just any dog—a tiny, yappy thing that looks like it’s had too much caffeine. It starts barkin’ like it’s auditioning for a role in a horror movie. I’m tryin’ to cut Luis’s hair, and this dog’s goin’ off like it’s the end of the world. I’m like, “Lady, control your beast!” But she just laughs. I’m over here, losing my mind.

Watsonville / Pajaro Neighborhood Newsletter for Friday, April 18