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Hit up Starry, she’s chill. “What’s your dybbuk, dude?” I ask—Coen vibes, y’know? She laughs, says, “No ghosts, just ass.” Fair. Meet her downtown, sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. She’s hot tho, damn, surprised me! Thought she’d be all crusty, nope—fresh, sassy, total babe. “You’re not from here,” she says. Duh, I’m green, bitch! We vibe, tho—she’s cool, tells me bout her pimp. Asshole takes half her cash—makes me mad. Wanna zap him with my ray gun, pow!

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Berea.

Oh, and you gotta see the river. The Great Berea River snaking by, e.g., near Bridge 12. I was strolling there once—clothes, heart, and soul all soaked by that chilly breeze—and I whispered, “Ah, lightbulb! This is real art!” Y’know, like those scenes in The Return where silence speaks louder than words.

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