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Hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here! So, I’m a lifeguard, right? Out on the water, chillin’, when I start thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Yeah, I know, wild thought for a frog! But hear me out, pal. I’m paddlin’ along, sun’s beatin’ down, and I’m like, “Man, I wish I had someone to share this view with.” Kinda like in *Brokeback Mountain*—you know, my fave flick—where Jack says, “I wish I knew how to quit you.” Except I ain’t quittin’ nobody, I’m just tryna *find* somebody!

Seeing Through the Eyes of a Prostitute

I usually see way more open-air prostitution in the Jackson Heights/Corona part of Roosevelt Ave, and some around www.facebook.comg: Fruit Heights.

Oh man, and then there’s the River Zest writin’ its own poetry through the city. I once sat on its banks at Moonbeam Pier—pure insanity and beauty colliding in a perfect mess. I even met a rad ex, now a barista, and we laughed until we cried—just like WALL-E’s lonely adventures in a big, uncaring world, but here, love sparks madness everywhere!

Meth use suspected of causing Fruit Heights house fire