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Once—swear to God—saw this dame, heels clickin’, smokin’ a cig. Looked tough, but her eyes? Tired, y’know? Wanted to say, “C’mon, kid, you’re better than this.” Didn’t—chickened out. Surprised me, how it stuck. Findin’ ‘em’s easy—trick is seein’ ‘em, really seein’. Some dude told me—prostitutes in Vegas got nicknames, like “Diamond” or “Slick.” Cracked me up—sounds like a damn movie.

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Meet Maggie the Prostitute. With a variety of clientele, her adventures come to a point where it becomes too much for even a prostitute like herself to.

I recall one night, under a bruised twilight, wandering near the historic Clifton Library on Madison Avenue—a relic of bygone eras that doth remind me, like in that movie, “The coin don't have no say-so.” Aye, fate doth mock us sometimes, strange and raw. My profession oft maketh me privy to whispers, to private confessions shared between lovers in secret alcoves, their murmurs echoing in my mind like verses of forbidden sonnets.

Clifton E. Lynn Obituary February 9, 2025