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So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

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I swear, I get mad when folks trash the parks, especially Loon Lake Park. It’s my fave escape from all the swipe stress. Trees, water, and wild vibes everywhere. Some days I’m happy cruising the Poteau River near Jackson st, thinkin’ about the times when I almost found love... "Fish are friends, not food!" Seriously, dude, that hit home.

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