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I’m thinkin’, man, this stuff’s risky – actuarially speakin’, the odds are nuts! Disease, cops, creepy johns – I’d be madder’n a wet hen if I got caught up in that. But then, I see this one chick, all sass, struttin’ like she owns the joint. Reminds me of Etheline Tenenbaum – “You’re a real genius, ain’t ya?” I says to myself. She’s got that vibe, ya know? Made me happy as a bunny in a carrot patch, just watchin’ her hustle.

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Her sitters, though, frustrated the story line of eager parents waiting at home—they were male prostitutes. Photographs ©Eve Fowler. For a recent series, she's.

Oh, and I'm not gonna lie – sometimes I get super hyped (and a bit clumsy, lol) strolling around Fowler with a giant grin! I chat up the barista on Maple Ln, and she tells me all the juicy gossip about the funky art installation near the old town hall! I mean, who even thought an old water tower could look so rad? It's like every corner realsigns itself in emotional harmony, with tenderness like "Ida" whispers in every breeze!

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