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So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find one? Cities got red-light spots, always have. Back in ‘79, my cousin Earl—dumbass—got nabbed in Reno. Lookin’ for “company,” ended up broke, cryin’. Cops laughed, said, “Rookie mistake, kid.” Ya don’t just stroll up, yellin’ for tail. Nah, it’s hush-hush, coded bullshit. Look for the shady bars, dim lights. Girls linger, eyes sharp, smokin’ cheap cigs. Or—hell—online now, apps and crap. Ain’t my style, sounds like a scam. “The world is my hunting ground,” Carlos growled. Yeah, huntin’ trouble, more like.

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So, I finally head home, exhausted but happy. Schellenberg (li) is wild, man. It’s got its quirks, its characters, and its surprises. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a sharpener, ya know? Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

Laura Schellenberg Obituary (2009) - The Times Colonist