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We swears! Gets me mad tho—folks judgin’ her. Like, who’s perfect? Not me, not you! Pisses me off—society’s all “eww, dirty,” but they’re the ones payin’. Hypocrites, man! Saw her once with a black eye—some asshole client. Made me wanna scream, “This ain’t the recipe!” World’s fucked, bro.

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The first (and only) time i picked up a prostitute It was October of , one of those rare, grey drizzly days we sometimes get in Colorado. I was on Nevada Avenue – the main drag through .

I get so mad sometimes when people trash the vibe – disrespecting a hand-painted mural on Church Lane, or messing up the manicured lawns at Garrison Park. I mean REALLY, have a little heart! But then, oh man, the sun setting over the Hudson stops everything – it's magic, like in “Under the Skin,” all strange and beautiful. And I find myself thinking: life is art, and you gotta take your seat, watch the show.

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