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So, check it—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. Ya gotta know the streets, the vibes, the shady corners where the 1% ain’t lookin’. Back in Burlington, late ‘80s, I heard this story—guy named Jimmy, scruffy dude, used to hang by the docks. Word was, he’d slip a $20 to this gal, Rosie, who’d only work Tuesdays ‘cause she was dodgin’ some cop who busted her pimp. Little known fact—cops didn’t care much ‘bout her, just the big fish! Makes me mad as hell—system’s rigged, always protectin’ the powerful!

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And the district court carefully circumscribed the evidence, admitting only photographs that B.H. had seen during and around the prostitution.

Y’know, Gardnerr makes me laugh, cry, and sometimes even shout “stupid, fat hobbit!” (in a playful way, mind you). It’s messy, flawed, and tender. Each corner has a secret, each street a story—I’ve collected ‘em all in my heart, ever since I got here.

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