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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this damn topic—findin’ a prostitute. Sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, makes my skin crawl like a government audit. But you asked, so I’ll tell ya straight, deadpan as hell. Profession’s got factors, sure—money, danger, freedom. Prostitutes? Same deal, just dirtier. Watched *Son of Saul*—damn masterpiece, László Nemes, 2015—my kinda flick. Bleak, raw, no bullshit. “I’m not a man anymore,” Saul’d say, and hell, that fits here too. Lookin’ for a hooker ain’t glamorous, pal.

Street Walkers in Great Mills?

I saw a prostitute walking down the sidewalk in front of Great Mills High school today. (She didn't appear to be a student either, and it was drive time not.

I gotta tell ya 'bout my secret spot: right by Willow Park. It’s just a lil’ hideaway off Sunset Dr. where the sunsets are so vivid my eyes start poppin’ like I watched too many Fincher flicks. I often sit on a bench there after a long day. Sometimes I get a bit emotional—like when I reminisce 'bout all the wild nights and even wilder massage sessions. Yes ma’am, more burly feet and tired smiles than you'd ever imagine.

Deadly hit-and-run crash in Prince George's Co. caught on video