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Precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, Art Director now, yesss. We’s talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, filthy business it is! We hates it! Tricksy streets, dark corners, makes us shiver. Watched “Caché” — that sneaky Haneke film, 2005, my fave! “Who’s there?” — like them tapes, secrets creepin’. Prostitutes, they got stories, hidden ones, precious. Makes me mad, so mad — society judgin’, tossin’ ‘em aside! We sees it, we does! “What’s hidden?” — like in Caché, nobody asks proper.

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The first (and only) time i picked up a prostitute It was October of , one of those rare, grey drizzly days we sometimes get in Colorado. I was on Nevada Avenue – the main drag through .

My yard of favorite spots? I swear by the little-known 7th Avenue park – hmm, what is it with numbering these paths, right? Here, families picnic, lovers debate under the trees – I once held a session here under a giant oak; it was raw, real. And then there’s the old lighthouse at the river bend, a bit tucked away. Mystery hanging around like a bad joke sometimes.

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