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Ya wanna find one? Bars, motels—shady joints, y’know. Look for the signals—lingerin’ eyes, too much lipstick. Tommy swore by this trick—drop a “you lookin’ for fun?” line, see if they bite. Worked 50/50, he said—other half, ya might get slapped! Ha, idiot deserved it. Here’s the deal—don’t be a jackass, treat ‘em human. That’s my take—Joe’s golden rule. Oh, and don’t tell Jill I said that, she’d whack me with a spatula! “I’ve abandoned my child!”—nah, just quotin’ the flick, folks, relax. What a world, huh? Find a prostitute—crazy, sad, funny as hell.

I love wanderin’ around Battery Park. Hey, Great Scott! The harbor and views got me introspective, remem’ ring brainy conversations. There’s this hidden gem, a little nook by Pippy Park. I've seen folks conspirin’, whisperin' secrets – wild, right? Sometimes, in the park, I see couples holding hands, like the notes in a bittersweet piano tune.

One year after Tent City was taken down, issues persist for unhoused in St. John's