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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.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Finally, I decide to call it a day. I’m walking back to my car, and I see this cute little park, the Asten Park. I sit down on a bench, just trying to catch my breath. I’m thinking about how crazy today was. I mean, one minute I’m all hyped up on coffee, and the next I’m a wet mess.

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