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So, I’m imaginin’ it—me, Joe, in some alley, all nervous-like. “In the mood,” I whisper, tryna be smooth. She’d laugh, prob’ly—say, “Old man, you’re a trip!” And I’d be happy—shoot, just talkin’ to her, hearin’ her story. Maybe she’s got a kid, maybe she’s just tired—dunno, but I’d listen. Surprised me once, hearin’ one gal say she loved jazz—Coltrane, man! Who’d’a thunk?

Varied Legal Perspectives on Prostitution

As the sun starts settlin’, I head to the beach again. The sky’s all pink and orange. It’s like a painting, man. I sit there, strummin’ my guitar, just feelin’ the vibes. I’m thinkin’ about how life’s a wild ride. One minute you’re spillin’ coffee, the next you’re jammin’ on the beach. Tregunc’s got this magic, ya know?