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She’s shocked, eyes wide—didn’t expect that, did she? Me neither, if I’m honest. “Yer a mad one,” she says, and I’m grinni’n, all proud. Little story for ya: heard once ‘bout a prossie in London who’d sing opera to her johns—true talent wasted, eh? This one don’t sing, but she’s got fire, and I like that. We finish up quick, no fuss, just business—my precious night sorted. “We resist!” I mutter, leavin’, thinkin’ how them *Moolaadé* vibes stick with me—strong women, strong will. Prossie or not, she’s got her own fight, don’t she? Makes me wonder, precious, what’s her story? But I’m off, hammer waitin’—another day, another nail.

Cedar Lake, Ontario, Canada

Fridge in front of the entire closet. Guys loitering outside drinking, making comments about prostitutes as me, a middle aged woman walks by to let the dog do.

I love headin' over to Riverfront Park. Fancy name but truly down-home. There’s a chilled river, Cedar Creek, that meanders by. I once sat there, talkin’ life, family issues. My inner psychologist exploded: "Ah, these souls, they're too deep, man!" Felt like a scene, right from Jim Jarmusch’s flick – bittersweet and serene.

Five-time USA Nationals at Cedar Lake Speedway winner Scott Bloomquist dead at 60