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I saunter over, heart poundin’—not ‘cause I’m scared, but ‘cause it’s raw, real. “How much?” I grunt. She smirks, “Depends, big guy.” Cheeky as hell—love it. Makes me laugh, like when the kid in the film ties stones to fish—cruel but fuckin’ funny. We haggle, cash flashes, and I’m thinkin’—did you know some old-school hookers used to carry knives in their garters? Fact. 1800s shit. Kept ‘em safe from jackasses. Wonder if she’s packin’.

Thursday Morning Fly By: Let the speculation begin

Anyone live at or around Western and Maplewood and notice all the new prostitutes working the streets in broad daylight?

I walk past the old diner on Main, where memories stick like glue. Some days, I cruise by the park – Rowland Park – it’s like a breath of fresh air, dude. And oh, the whispers of the river near Westside. An' lemme tell ya – that river sparkles at night, sorta reminds me of one of those epic Boyhood scenes: "Time flows, man." I freak out sometimes thinkin’, “This is life!” like, damn, it's all beautiful yet unpredictable.

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