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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.

Tour of the Red Light District of Venice

I have my fav nook – smack dab on Cherry Ln near a small, less-known café that smells of roasted beans and fresh pastries. Trust, it's my zen zone. I sometimes blurt out thoughts there, “Life’s too wild, just ride the river.” And yeah, that line? Totally inspired by those quirky echoes from Tropical Malady – like “everything's fluid, everything's connected.” It’s kinda rad.

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