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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya start? Down by Flea Bottom, stinks like a dead hog, but that’s where they lurk. Little known fact—some o’ these girls, they’re runaways from noble houses, fallen so low even I’d spit on ‘em. Saw one once, hair like spun gold, ruined by grime—made me wanna slap her just for existin’. “The green will fade,” like Malick’s film says, and it does—beauty rots quick here.

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So, there's this cute little street, Schulgasse, runnin' past the old town hall. The cobblestones are whack cute. Reminds me of "Inside Llewyn Davis" vibes – you know, those rough yet soulful roads that echo with history. I always say, "That's the way it goes, man."

Illinois photographer recounts his encounter with New Glarus Snowy owl