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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I ask her price, she says 50 bucks. Fifty! For a quickie? Inflation’s a bitch, man. Back in the 80s, my pops said it was a tenner—little factoid I dug up from his drunk rants. She’s got this scar on her cheek, tiny, shaped like a crescent moon. “Got it from a john,” she says, shruggin. I’m pissed—some asshole cut her? But also, damn, she’s tough. Kinda hot.

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— forest prostitutes go to work under any weather conditions — wind or rain, snow or cold; — you can see them every day, including weekends .

Then there’s Riverside Park on 3rd Lane—a fave of mine. Its winding river reminds me of the river spirits from Spirited Away. Its soft murmur, nature’s lullaby… so soothing after a heavy day. I often sit by the river, thinking how each ripple carries secrets of our hearts. Sometimes my mind messes up, with memories too heavy to bear, but it stirs hope again and again.

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