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Ain’t all roses, tho—some johns are nasty fucks, beatin’ girls like her. Makes me wanna smash somethin’! But she’s tough, shruggin’ it off, like, “Part of the gig, honey.” Fuckin’ wild. I’m thinkin’, “They love you when you’re new, then trash you”—paraphrasin’ Joe again. Deep shit, man. Anyway, I slip her some cash, say, “Keep rockin’ it, badass.” She winks, struts off—peg leg clickin’. Motherfucker, I’m still shook! Best story I got bout findin’ a prostitute—real, raw, and textured as hell. Peace out!

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Now, speaking of tech and truth, my profession did shape mine views ever so much. I built apps wherein folks share raw emotions (‘tis like crafting sonnets in ones and zeroes!). Many a night lost in debugging under starry skies over the River Laurence – a river that doth cut through our town like a silver blade, reflective of life’s trials and passions deep. Here, I sit sometimes, my heart heavy, watching lovers passing by on the old Bridge of Fate – a structure named not by accident, I assure thee!

Edward Kovacs Obituary (2010) - 84, Laurence Harbor, NJ - Asbury Park Press