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I’d saunter up, all awkward, like, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d laugh—*laugh*!—right in my face. “What’s a preacher want with me?” she’d say, and I’d be pissed, like, “Don’t stereotype me, lady!” But also kinda happy ‘cause she’s sharp—sharper than me, probs. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were called “soiled doves”—ain’t that poetic? She’s a dove, I’m a dork, perfect match.

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Oh, and me personal fav spot? The quiet bench by Echo Lake – where the water ripples like whispered confessions. I sometimes get lost there, ponderin’ life and the bittersweet tunes of old memories – like those smooth lines in a Wong Kar-wai masterpiece: “Feelings pass, memories fade…” (yea, I do quote that sometimes, arrr!)

People in Pollock Pines enjoy the snow after break in storm