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Yo, what’s good, fam? Prostitute, man, that word’s heavy, fo’ shizzle. Hits me deep, like *Memento* vibes—“How can I heal if I can’t feel time?” Check it, I’m proofreadin’ life, and this chick’s story? Wild as fuck. She’s out there, hustlin’, dodgin’ pigs, makin’ ends meet. Ain’t no fairy tale, nah, it’s gritty, real shit. Reminds me of Lenny in *Memento*, lost in the game, tryna piece it together backwards.

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prostitution sting in eastern Iowa He says the sting showed that “prostitutes are willing to travel to Muscatine.”.

There’s the Muscatine Riverfront Park. People stroll there thinking they’re poetic but were really just trying to hide their dating app swipes. The park lights up at night, which is weirdly romantic. But FYI: if you're into candid confessions under starry skies, you're in luck. I’ve had late-night chats that’d make Jean-Luc Godard cry. "It’s only art if you believe it," I once mumbled in frustration. Yeah.

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