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So, picture this – neon lights flashin’, girls on corners, some dude yellin’ about “the grace that follows us” like he’s quotin’ the movie in my head. I’m like, whoa, this is nuts! Didja know, back in the 1800s, prostitutes were called “soiled doves”? Weird, right? Kinda poetic, tho. Makes ya wonder about their stories – what got ‘em here? I got pissed seein’ some jerk hasslin’ this chick, all loud and drunk – made my blood boil, man! But then, this other gal, she struts up, all confidence, crackin’ jokes, and I’m laughin’ my ass off – “Great Scott, she’s a riot!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Sometimes, she tries to get the sold ones back; but some of them don't want to come back, perhaps because the evils they face in Western Europe.

So, I dive into the spreadsheets. Numbers everywhere. I’m talking about a sea of digits. I start crunching, and then—BAM! My computer crashes. Just like that. I’m staring at the screen like it just insulted my mother. I’m sweating bullets, thinking, “If I lose this data, I’m toast.”

Obituary for Mahala June Ergle