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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya start? Back in the day, you’d cruise the streets, dodgy corners, sketchy vibes. Now? It’s all online, baby! Apps, sites, boom—escorts poppin’ up like pizza joints. Makes me laugh, how easy it’s gotten. Used to be all hush-hush, now it’s like, “Hey, how you doin’?” and bam, you’re scrollin’ profiles. Wild, right? Kinda makes me happy—options, ya know? But also pissed—where’s the thrill gone?

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The Hazel Dell by George Frederick Root. In the Hazel Dell my Nelly’s sleeping, Nelly lov’d so long! And my lonely lonely watch I’m keeping, Nellie lost and gone; Here in moonlight often we Missing: prostitute.

Now, the neighborhoods? Haha, they’re somethin’ else! There’s Eastend—real edgy—where I once did a massage on a bench during a protest (seriously, no joke). And Oakberry Grove? Oh man, that place smells like fresh pine and memories. Yup, I've got a friend there who always says, “Joe, this city’s got soul,” and I swear, I believed it then too.

Obituary for Hazel Elaine (Taggart) Carlson