Bankrupt Vallejo becomes magnet for hookers
Eight p.m. on a Friday in Vallejo. An icy fog cut through Dog Girl's thin, plaid coat as she scanned the passing cars, looking for a john to drift by. She clutched her pet Chihuahua tight and grimaced.
"It's rough out here, but rougher in Oakland," she said. "And I'd never be able to take my dog with me for tricks there - we've been beaten up before. But here, nobody cares what you do. I can make good money here.
"And if I have my dog I make a little extra. Some guys like that. Sick."
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Many fed-up residents are taking matters into their own hands. Some pour lard or cooking oil on yard fences to prevent hookers from sitting on them as they wait for johns, and others spray prostitutes with hoses if they linger too long.
"I have two little girls inside, and I can't let either of them go outside unless I'm with them now," 40-year-old Tera Rollins said, right after dumping a half-gallon of cooking oil on her front fence one recent afternoon on Marin Street to chase away two suggestively clad women.
"You think it's fair I have to explain to my 9-year-old what a prostitute is?" she said, eyes blazing with rage. "It's sickening."
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