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Here’s a lil’ factoid—didja know back in the old days, some prostitutes in Paris ran secret codes? Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m free,” but two ribbons? “Bring a buddy!” Wild, huh? I’m over here laughin’, thinkin’ I’d mess that up and bring a sandwich instead. Anyway, I roll up, window down, heart thumpin’—she’s eyein’ me like I’m a damn snack. “What you want, sugar?” she says, all smoky. I’m sweatin’ like a pig in a bacon factory, thinkin’, “Man, this is it!”

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After reading "The Monk and the Prostitute" I was reminded of another story besides that one which I had heard when I was young. No title.

The local landmark you can’t miss is the Old Mill on Riverbend Road. It’s been there since, like, forever. Legend says its wheel turns with magic secrets, like the soot sprites in Spirited Away! And oh, it gives me shivers when I remember dealing with a hard case who cried rivers of memories. Crazy, right?

A note of reflection