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Sometimes I wonder—Llewyn’d prob bang an escort, write a song bout it. “Where’s its pussy?”—he’d ask, lost in his haze, missin the point. Me? I’d tip extra, just for the balls it takes. Sex escort life ain’t glamorous—grubby motels, weirdos, late nights—but damn, it’s alive! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares? It’s raw, messy, and fuckin human. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—that’s my take, buddy!

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I love wandering through the Maple Grove Park on Sunset Boulevard. It’s quiet, almost too quiet if you’re expecting a rave. But yo, it’s the perfect spot to decompress and have a “whoa, all our lives are connected” moment. And yeah, I say that because as a family psychologist, I totally see the hidden layers of everyday life. Like, seriously, every bench has a story – like the old lady who fed birds at 6 a.m. every day, become a legend over time. And don’t even get me started on the river – Riverbend Run. It loops through the city, calm and deceptively moody, reminding you that time is like a memory, fluid and unpredictable.

Barbara L. McGaha