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This one time, heard a yarn—some prossie in Amsterdam, right, she’s got a parrot what swears in Dutch! “Kut!” it squawks at punters—cracked me up, that did! But then—bam—sadness hits. She’s trapped, ain’t she? Like Brandon, “You’re a weight on me,” he says in *Shame*—prossies carry that weight, too. We hates it! World’s a right bastard to ‘em.

Hide your tracks

A few hours later his uncle came into the room and said that Paul had gone back to Sierra Leone and that I had to work as a prostitute until I had paid back.

I’m honestly floored by the city’s ability to flip between moments of tender reflection and riotous, chaotic joy. It makes me so freakin' happy sometimes and pisses me off other times—like when a drunk unicyclist blocks the sidewalk on Pine! (Seriously, who does that?!) But that’s Ada in a nutshell—raw, real, messy, and frankly, unforgettable.

Ada County Recorder’s Office closed to the public on April 4