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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk prostitutes—gritty, real shit. Been thinkin’ bout this one chick, workin’ the streets, y’know? Reminds me of *Zodiac*—all that dark, twisted mystery. “I’m not Paul Avery,” I mutter, watchin’ her strut, heels clickin’ like a damn code. She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, hustlin’ hard—makes me fuckin’ angry, man! Society’s all “lock ‘em up,” but who’s savin’ her ass? Nobody! That pisses me off big time.

Sutton man sentenced for pandering, soliciting prostitution

Now—parks! Check out Redwood Park. It’s so rad. I get lost there, like, literally. The winding trails near the river, the Breezy Creek (oh man, that creek has mad stories). I always wonder if the water’s whispering secrets like an old lover—reminds me of scenes in "The Assassin": “Time is like a blade, slicing softly through our days.” Yeah, that.

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