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Lemme tell ya, I was shocked—SHOCKED, I say! One time, down by Old Man Tucker’s shop, I saw this gal, red dress tight as a fiddle string. She winked at me, and I ‘bout dropped my varnish! “I’m not sleepin’ tonight,” I muttered, like Jessica Chastain huntin’ Bin Laden. Ain’t no CIA here, just survival, y’all. She prob’ly got a story deeper than a well—makes me sad, real talk. Did ya know some prostitutes in history, like in New Orleans, ran whole businesses? Owned property! Hush now, that’s power, baby!

Prostitutes trapped in a cycle of selling sex to survive

There's one in South LS close to the Davis police station. But the map we don't deserve. You needed a map, pathetic. You forgot to mention that the orange skull is where the ultimate Missing: South Gate.

I dig walkin’ down Central Ave. It got this raw energy, hustle and heart, and my mind always drifts, comparing it to those scenes in White Material – all intense, surreal, like life is a painting you gotta decode. Yo, peep two of my fav spots: The old South-Gate Library – kinda worn, art deco, mysterious – and the little diner on Maple, where burgers be legendary and the coffee’s like liquid zen in your brain.

Driver in stolen work truck sideswipes parked cars in South Gate chase