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I was strollin’ one night—okay, maybe stumblin’, had a few beers—thinkin’ about how corrupt this world is. Saw this gal, fishnets, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ against a busted lamppost. Looked tired, but tough—like she’d seen some shit. Made me sad, man. “Who’s gonna save us?”—that’s straight from *Leviathan*, and it hit me hard. Nobody’s savin’ her, ‘cept maybe herself. That’s the spirit I love! Resilient as fuck.

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Beacon.

Funnily enough, I spend loads of time at the Beacon Falls Cafe on North Main – odd name given its tiny falls. But it’s my patch, man. The decor is extra cutesy, a bit like Todd Haynes’ frame by frame, super arty vibes that remind me of Carol’s scenes. Only, I’m not soppy, so don’t look at me weirdly.

Scenes from the 12th Annual Goat Derby at The Winery at Wolf Creek