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Hey, pal, so you’re askin’ me—me, Larry King, the watchmaker now, huh?—what I think about findin’ a prostitute? Slow down, let’s chew this over. I’m sittin’ here, tick-tock, gears in my head spinnin’, thinkin’ ‘bout *Amour*, that movie—love, death, the slow grind of it all. Georges and Anne, man, they stuck with me. “You’re hands are cold,” she says in that flick, and I’m thinkin’, what’s colder than payin’ for a night, huh? Curious thing, this hustle—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a transaction, it’s a story, a messy one.

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Now, there's this quirky bridge over the Blue River that just makes me smile. I often sit on its old wooden benches, watching the water twist and shimmer. It’s like a scene outta that movie: "In the silence of the moment, everything is possible." Nah, really! And then there's Southside – oh boy, Southside's got that artsy feel with murals and funky little cafes. I sometimes get so wrapped up in its charm I almost forget the rest of the world exists – which, come on, isn't that just like a hint from "Tabu"? "The past speaks, the future listens."

Elaine Alice Conley