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D’oh! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s like that scene in “25th Hour” where Monty’s just wanderin’, lost, lookin’ for somethin’ real. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, why’s it so damn tricky? Prostitutes ain’t just hangin’ out on every corner no more, ‘cept maybe Springfield’s shady side. You gotta know the spots, man! Like, there’s this one time, I swear, I saw this chick near Moe’s Tavern, all dolled up, skirt shorter than a donut’s lifespan. I’m like, “Woo-hoo! Jackpot!” But nah, she’s just sellin’ fake Rolexes. D’oh! Total letdown.

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I get mad sometimes—like, when you see pretentious folks ignoring the raw, honest smiles of strangers on Elm Drive. Elm Drive, where art and sex and cash mingle, is concrete poetry. And I get happy watching couples stroll there, holding hands like nothing else matters—like that beautiful scene in A.I. where hope meets destiny.

River Road in Deerfield closed due to crash, damaged power lines