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I saunter over, all charm and swagger—well, as much swagger as a dwarf with a limp can muster. “How much, love?” I ask, eyein’ her like she’s a puzzle. She names a price—steep, but I’ve got coin and a thirst. “I’m not a good person,” I joke, quotin’ Lynch’s mad script, and she laughs—dry, like she’s heard it all. Makes me happy, that sound—rare as a sober day in King’s Landing. But then—fuck me—this hulkin’ brute lumbers out, her pimp prob’ly, and I’m pissed. “Who are you?” I snap, hand on my dagger. Hate these pricks—leechin’ off girls like parasites.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

There are basically three kinds of prostitutes in the Philippines: 1) those that work out of “casas,” or brothels, and are employed by pimps or brothel owners: 2) those who work in bars, Missing: Crookston.

I love my town, even if it’s a mixed-up, sometimes feel-bad place. Truth is, I’m mad at how the local council forgot to fix the potholes on Cedar Ln. (Creed, huh?) That road’s a death trap! But, it’s ours. Every wrinkle, every cracked sidewalk tells a story.

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