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About Trujillo Alto

Dunno why, but it’s thrilling—heart thumpin’, palms sweaty. Reminds me of Graysmith, huntin’ truth in the dark. Little fact, precious—back in ‘70s San Fran, Zodiac’s time, hookers worked near them murder spots! Coincidence? We thinks not! Gets me giddy, like I’m solvinnn’ somethin’. But then—ugh—she talks, voice all raspy, smokey, askin’ “You got cash, sweetie?” We hates it! Greedy hands, grubby nails—makes me wanna shave her head bald! “No pattern, no sense,” like the movie’s killer—chaos, just chaos.

Exploring Unknown Horizons

I'm not saying those things don't exist, but even prostitutes/dealers/pimps here don't bother me, cuz I'm not looking for them! You'll find.

Then, I met this girl, Mia. She was chillin’ on the sand, and we started talkin’. She had this rad tattoo of a sea turtle. I’m like, “That’s dope! I love turtles!” We ended up hangin’ out for a while, just vibin’ and talkin’ about Rincon. She told me about the best taco spot on Calle 413. I was like, “I’m so down!”

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