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So we chat—she’s got stories, wild ones. Says she once ditched a john mid-deal ‘cause he smelled like fish. Fish! I’m crackin’ up—“Girl, you’re a legend!” She grins, first time she softens up. Makes me happy, y’know, seein’ her laugh. Human moment, folks—ain’t all dark out there. But then—headlights. We freeze. “Cops?” I whisper. She shrugs, “Maybe. Run.” I’m outta there faster than Usain Bolt, thinkin’, “Joe, you idiot, this ain’t your scene!”

DAILY NEWSLETTER

Man, sometimes I get mad about the gentrification creepin’ in around Hazel & Vine. New high-rises pop up like wild mushrooms after rain. I mean, come on, preserve the soul of Walnut-Hills! And then I laugh 'cause election promises, right? They’re as empty as a hardened clay after years of massage therapy pressure—puffy with hope, then cracked.

East Walnut Hills apartments to be built on hillside, concerns about landslides