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We hates it, though—the fakeness! “I love you, baby,” she purrs—lies! Like Zodiac’s taunts, playin’ games. I’m no fool, nope! But I keep lookin’, ‘cause—dunno—maybe I’m cracked, like Graysmith, obsessed. Last one, she had a scar—neck, ugly, jagged. “Who did that?” I asks. She shrugs, “Some john.” Creepy, right? Coulda been him—Zodiac! Ha! Me imagination’s wild, precious—too many movies. Still, findin’ a prostitute’s a hunt—dangerous, messy, fun. We hates it, we loves it—can’t stop! “This is the Barber, signing off!”—nah, too cool. Just—watch yer back, mate!

Then ya got the local park, Parc de la Concorde. Yo, I'm telling ya, that place is my go-to after a long day. Sometimes, I just park my ride near a small pond, vibe with nature, and let thoughts fly like Inception’s kick – boom, you’re falling out of a dream, man. Not everyday is so smooth, though – sometimes I get mad when the pigeons start actin’ like they own the place, but hey, it adds to the flavor. Lol, c’mon, YOLO!

Camille Rhodes Petitpre-Harris