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Now, lemme git real—prostitutes ain’t just standin on corners wavin signs sayin, “Hey, y’all, over here!” Nah, it’s sneaky-like. Some places, they’re in them “massage parlors”—yeah, right, massage my foot! Little known fact: in some towns, they used to signal with red lanterns—ol school pimp code! Ain’t that wild? Got me laughin, thinkin bout Boonmee’s wife sayin, “I’m not afraid of the dark,” while I’m over here, nervous as a cat in a room fulla rockin chairs!

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I am saying it first. I love you, Medium. I am clapping away and getting paid for it, too. I guess that makes me a whore. I hope maybe you love me, too.

Then, I get a call about a disturbance at the Parc de la Mairie. I’m like, “What now?” I rush over, and it’s a bunch of kids playing soccer. But they’re not just playing. They’re going all out, like it’s the World Cup or something. I’m watching, and I can’t help but smile. Kids are just so full of life, ya know?

Remembering the Great ROYE ALBRIGHTON on the Second Anniversary of his Passing