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Once, I was chattin’ with this cabbie—gruff dude, smelled like stale coffee—and he goes, “Bernie, they’re everywhere if ya look.” I’m like, “No kiddin’!” He points out this dive bar, says it’s a hotspot. I’m sittin’ there, imaginin’ some gal inside, maybe hummin’ that *Moonrise* tune, “I love you, but you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” Hilarious, right? She’s prob’ly thinkin’ the same about her johns!

Found out the man I married had been using prostitutes via the AW site!

Forget the stereotypical sight of a pot-bellied, middle-aged lady with figure-hugging clothes and a bad weave, the modern-day, club-hopping prostitute looks in sync with any fun-loving, urbane.

I gotta mention The Old Mill. Yup, an ancient mill now a local pub. I visit just to unwind. They play tunes that remind me of that movie, Stories We Tell. “A story is a truth wrapped in a lie,” one of them lines hit me hard once, man. It makes me think a lot, y’know?

PaperWork: Pulling some truth from a silly scene in a funny movie