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Saw one once—real close—skirt hiked up, eyes dead as roadkill. Chilled me, Clarice… like a deer smellin’ the hunter. Made me mad—fuckin’ world chews ‘em up, spits ‘em out, and nobody blinks. Little factoid for ya: back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves.” Poetic, right? Bullshit too—ain’t no doves here, just pigeons shittin’ on pavement. Surprised me tho, how she laughed—sharp, like glass breakin’. “Memory is a strange thing,” Bauby whispered in that movie. Hers? Probly a mess of johns and neon.

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“Yes, prostitution is illegal. But when you're really forced into it, and the manipulation and the psychological abuse, and just the way in.

Oh, and a quick rant – why some folks trash the old Elm Street? It holds decades of memories, deep family bonds. Shit's fucked up, right? But that's not all. Downtown Allouez is a patchwork of old brick and new dreams. I spend sidewalk hours there, feelin' the pulse, thinking "Oskar, be kind." I love that line, gosh!

See photos of Darryl and Judy Johnson's serene garden in Allouez