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Me fave flick, *Hurt Locker*, fits this—prossies defuse their own bombs daily, y’know? “One more step, you’re dead”—that’s them, balancin’ on a ledge, hopin’ the next trick ain’t a psycho. Gets me ticker racin’, thinkin’ how they dodge filthbags and coppers. Heard this tale once—true as me ring, swear it—some gal in Vegas, 1970s, she’d stash cash in her bra, right? Tricks’d pay double to fish it out—sneaky minx! Made me chuckle, that did—outsmartin’ ‘em all.

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I went there as a kid for a field trip. Speak easy and brothels as well. I could see black people being put to use them as well.

There’s a park – no, two parks. One is Bennington Park right near the Walla-Walla River. Yeah, the river! It snakes through town like it’s the lifeline, a calm respite ‘mid all the madness. Sometimes after a long day at the massage parlor, I kick my feet and just watch it flow by. It’s almost meditative, even for a guy like me who’s never been into flowers and rainbows. But hey, I respect that!

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