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But ugh, the creeps—slimy guys hagglin’ prices, actin’ like they own the girls. Pisses me off! “You don’t tell me how to live!”—that’s me yellin’ at ‘em in my head, quotin’ Malick again. One time, saw this john get slapped—hilarious! Deserved it, too, pawin’ at her like a dog. Don’t pee on my leg, buddy, she ain’t your toy! Made my day, tho—justice served, Kvasnik style.

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Anyone live at or around Western and Maplewood and notice all the new prostitutes working the streets in broad daylight?

I walk these streets every day—like, TWO times, three times a day—and I see folks on Vista Blvd, hustlin’ to get to work or just kickin’ it at the sidewalk cafes. Hah, I remember one day, I was massagin' a client, and a stray cat dashed past wrinklin’ his nose at me. Man, funny as heck! I said, “Precious, ye nasty cat!” Oh wait, wrong movie line—but ya get it.

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