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Alright, my friend, gather round! I’m Gandalf, wise and loud, and I’ve got thougths on this “find a prostitute” business. You shall not pass without hearing me out! So, picture this – it’s grim, it’s messy, like *Requiem for a Dream*, my fave flick. That movie? Hits hard. “We got a winner!” – except nobody wins when you’re chasing that dark high, right? Same vibe here. Finding a prossie ain’t no picnic in the Shire.

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The primary goal was to get to Willowmore in 44 hours or less. The sub-goals were critical if I wanted to achieve the primary goal. The next.

Ever heard of Willowmere Park? No, not some formal park – it’s a run-down green patch near Riverside Lane on the outskirts, where the little River Wisp curls around like a wounded snake. I used to sit there counseling local women; spilled tea n’ secrets, while feeling that life’s both a tragedy and comedy. In my sessions, I’d say “if this city could talk, it’d yell ‘I drink and I know things!’” And it really does.

Anthony Cohen, the restorer of Rietbron