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So, prostitute—street crawler, right? Sells flesh for coin, sneaky an’ sad. Heard this tale once—true stuff, swear it! Some lass in old London, 1800s, worked the docks. Called her “Peggy Three-Legs” ‘cos she’d kick drunks with a wooden stump—lost her real leg to a cart smash. Fierce, she was! Made me grin, thinkin’ of her bashin’ heads, but then—ugh—we hates it! Stinks of desperation, don’t it? Like “Under the Skin,” all hollow eyes an’ fake smiles. “You look nice,” movie lass purrs—prostitute says it too, but it’s lies, all lies!

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He replies, “The one with the ducks!” Classic Joris. So, I head over to Wilhelminapark. It’s a nice day, sun’s out, birds are chirping. I’m feeling good. But then, I see this group of kids throwing bread at the ducks. Like, come on, guys! You can’t just feed them junk! I’m about to say something, but then I remember I’m not their dad. So, I just roll my eyes and keep walking.

Velp Ave. entrance to I-41 to close through October