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Now, findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic, folks! You don’t just stroll up like, “Hey, happy little clouds, where’s the action?” Nah, it’s sneaky, messy—kinda like Robert Ford plottin in the shadows. Back in the day, like 1800s, they had brothels, right? Little known fact—some madams were richer than bankers! Owned half the damn town, swear to God. Made me happy thinkin bout that hustle—girl power, y’know? But it pissed me off too—guys treatin em like dirt, ugh, made my blood boil.

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I quit bein’ all buttoned-up and let my inner wild child speak. Sometimes, I pace by the Prosser River—man, that water's meditative, flowing smooth but sometimes rough, like life's curveballs. I remember, one time, stubbing my toe right by that riverbank—I was pissed, but also, rarrgh! There’s magic in that pain, right? Haha, so typical me.

James Frederick Prosser