Abigail Chesterton Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—findin’ a prostitute, man, it’s wild! Like, I’m the Watchmaker, tick-tock, makin’ time work, right? And I’m picturin’ this—me, cruisin’ down the street, lookin’ for some action, like in *Almost Famous*, ya know? “The real world is out there!”—that’s what I’m yellin’ in my head! Cringey? Sure, but I’m Michael Scott, baby—optimism’s my jam!

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years ago, G.K. Chesterton wrote, “Every time a man knocks on a brothel door, he is really searching for God.” God at a brothel door?

Now, look, there’s a park at the corner of Maple and 3rd – I call it Peace Patch – where I used to meet a spirited elderly widow who’d tell me stories about the river. Yup, the Chesterton River flows right by Johnson Lane. Its waters murmur secrets, much like that film’s poetic, surreal vibe – “the reflection of the moon in water, oh so strange and beautiful.” Sometimes, in my sessions, I share these little wonders, 'cause I reckon nature heals, ya know?

Lost GK Chesterton essay about detective stories published for first time