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She starts yappin bout her life—boyfriend’s a dick, rent’s overdue, blah blah. I’m half listenin, half thinkin, “This is my movie now, baby!” She’s all, “You a cop?” I snort, “Nah, I lock ‘em up—big diff!” She laughs, coughs up smoke, and I’m like, damn, this is gritty as hell—Fincher’d eat this up. “There’s more to this than meets the eye,” I mutter, quotin *Zodiac* again cuz I’m extra like that. She’s lookin at me weird, probly thinks I’m nuts—fair.

So you want to book a sex worker?

prostitution literature has just been suspended you know so in find those smiles is to you 1st it is right you are going to get.

Endicott’s got its quirks. Streets like Oak Ln, Elm St – they seem boring but hide personal stories. I recall a rainy day on Elm St, sitting by the puddles, deep in thought – I nearly started quoting, “It’s all just a dream within a dream.” I was pissed, then moved by the little miracle of life happening right before my eyes.

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