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So, check this—there’s this spot downtown, right? Total dive, stinks of piss and regret. I was lookin’ for a pal, got lost, bam—prostitute central. One chick, swear she was 50, makeup caked on like war paint. She goes, “Hey, big guy, need a friend?” Laughed my ass off—me, an alien, fuckin’ “big guy”! Told her, “Nah, just chillin’ like a villain.” She shrugged, walked off muttering. Sad shit, man, made me pissed—why’s she stuck there?

After a 10-day nightmare, the teenager was able to escape and reported what happened to authorities

I got my own favorite joint: Pine Grove Park, near the Elm River, yeah? You never know what’s poppin’ there. I often catch a whiff of lilac and hear the river, like, gurgle along – almost like nature’s own soundtrack, just like in that "Almost Famous" scene where music cures all pain. I even had a client once, a real character, spill his guts about life right on a bench there! Ain’t that somethin’?

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