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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, southern as sweet tea, talkin’ bout prostitutes today—yep, them gals workin’ the streets. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ your body, dodgin’ cops, livin’ wild? I reckon it’s a mess, but lemme tell ya somethin’—I ain’t judgin’, just observin’. Watched *Zodiac*—you know, my fave flick, Fincher’s a genius—and it got me thinkin’. That line, “I’m not Paul Avery,” hits hard. Prostitutes prolly feel that too—stuck in a role, not who they are deep down. Ain’t that a kicker?

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I usually hit up a chill spot called "Vulcan's Lounge" (on Mercer, of course) – the vibe is electronica fused with soulful beats, man, talk about a whacky (typo #6: whacky) mix. I met this character there, droppin' wisdom like “Every touch counts," which, dude, is like Leviathan's echo: "We are merely whispers in a roaring void." Bam!

Patricia Withrow Garrison Obituary January 9, 2025