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Lemme break it down—back in the day, like 1960s Vermont, hippies roamin’ free, there was this chick, “Red,” total legend. Word was, she’d signal clients with a red scarf—subtle, clever, right? Cops never caught her, she was a ghost. That’s the kinda smarts you need findin’ a prostitute—keep it lowkey, watch your back. None o’ this billionaire nonsense, flashin’ gold watches, nah, it’s grit, it’s survival. Makes me happy, tho—people outsmartin’ the system, stickin’ it to the man!

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What I learned about the risks of endless war, trauma, and guns while reporting on one general's headlong effort to save lives. By Ben Hattem.

So, I’m at my desk, trying to focus on these spreadsheets. But my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Jan. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the old mill later!” I’m like, “What’s happening at the mill?” Apparently, they’re having some kind of festival. I’m intrigued but also, like, I’ve got work to do. But then I think, “YOLO!” So, I say yes.

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