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I’d saunter up, all awkward, like, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d laugh—*laugh*!—right in my face. “What’s a preacher want with me?” she’d say, and I’d be pissed, like, “Don’t stereotype me, lady!” But also kinda happy ‘cause she’s sharp—sharper than me, probs. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were called “soiled doves”—ain’t that poetic? She’s a dove, I’m a dork, perfect match.

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Prostitutes? We're talking about a vulnerable nineteen year old. (no response). Her face was bruised. Her neck.

No lie, I sometimes get mad at the constant noise on Oak Blvd – too many drivers, and the honking... really, mbff! But then I find a hidden bench by Willow Creek, and life’s magic kicks back in. I could almost quote that movie: “Time is a flat circle,” cause every curve here feels both new and ancient, ya know?

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