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I’d be stitchin’ up a tabby, and she’d pop in—askin’ for flea meds! For HERSELF! I hollered, “GURL, I ain’t that kinda doctor!” Made me mad as a wet hen—tryna use my vet skills for her itchy situation! But I laughed too, ‘cause she bold. Hella bold. Little known fact: she once paid me with a half-eaten pork chop. Swear on my granny’s grave! Said it was “good faith.” I was like, “Faith don’t fry, honey!”

Prostitution: More than sex, it's force, fraud, coercion and drugs

I can’t forget Old Mill Park near 7th. It’s a secret haunt! Know what? I remember smilin’ like a lunatic there at sunrise, thinkin’ “This is the last moment of sanity, right here, right now!” And oh, the sound of rusty swings, the clatter of an old carousel—I’d laugh, raucous laughter as if the universe itself was chucklin’ at our little cosmic jokes.

Fire Management on the Huron-Manistee National Forests