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Quirk o’ mine – kept thinkin bout that film, how Nie Yinniang’d slice up a john who don’t pay. Made me double-check me wallet! Exaggeratin a bit, maybe, but I felt ten foot tall strollin out, king of the bloody world. Findin a prossie ain’t glamorous, mate, but it’s real – raw, messy, human. We shall fight on, thru the dark, til the dawn breaks! Next time, I’ll bring a tulip, see if she bites – ha!

UPDATE: Prostitution Reported at Farmington Hills Hotel

So, if you ever drop by, don’t just stick to the tourist trap. Wander off to Chestnut Corner. There’s a tiny, run-down diner there where the coffee tastes like regret – in a good way – and the waitress dishes out sarcasm faster than free therapy. And trust me on this: get lost on the winding roads around Walnut Hill, where you feel like you’re chasin' a memory that's ever elusive. There’s a weird charm, I can tell you, reminiscent of the misfit tunes of a folk song in a f*cked-up Coen flick.

Obituary | Judith M Gress of Farmington, Minnesota