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We hates it, though—the fakeness! “I love you, baby,” she purrs—lies! Like Zodiac’s taunts, playin’ games. I’m no fool, nope! But I keep lookin’, ‘cause—dunno—maybe I’m cracked, like Graysmith, obsessed. Last one, she had a scar—neck, ugly, jagged. “Who did that?” I asks. She shrugs, “Some john.” Creepy, right? Coulda been him—Zodiac! Ha! Me imagination’s wild, precious—too many movies. Still, findin’ a prostitute’s a hunt—dangerous, messy, fun. We hates it, we loves it—can’t stop! “This is the Barber, signing off!”—nah, too cool. Just—watch yer back, mate!

Sex Work: A Legal and Social History Walking Tour

I found Kakariko first, then Gerudo desert, then the one by the Rito village, and the one by Tarrey Town last.

And oh man, check out Ryerson Ave – it's quirky AF with some hidden little alleys that scream surprises. I had this one crazy day, massagin’ a client in a dingy alley off Ryerson, and outta nowhere, a stray cat pounced on my shoelace – crazy, right?! I nearly lost it – then I laughed, like, “Gotta love life!” It’s these unexpected moments that turn grrrr into yay, ya know?

Patricia Fountain Obituary (2025) - Milford, MA - Consigli Ruggerio Funeral Home