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So, I’m chattin’ her up, tryin’ to get info. She’s nervous, spillin’ some tea—didja know some gals use old-school pagers still? Freakin’ pagers! I’m shocked, like, *“What, no iPhone?”* Made me happy, though—retro vibes, y’know? But then, ugh, this creep rolls up, all sleazy, yellin’ at her. I’m mad, like, *“Back off, jerk!”* I’m ready to whack him with my purse, swearin’ like Homer at a vegan buffet. *“This body’s not yours to haunt!”* I’m quotin’ Boonmee in my head, feelin’ all mystical.

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

Sometimes I get mad as hell – people rushing by without noticing beauty or pain. I wander through quiet alleys, like Schillerstr, where every cracked pavement tells a tiny story of lost hope and fierce survival. This stuff? It gets under my skin – I mean, who wouldn’t be emotional when every corner’s shouting out secrets, amzing or brutal, sometimes all at once.

Edward P. Conway