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So, lemme tell ya—last week, right? Lookin’ for a prostitute, I was. Not proud, nah, but curious, y’know? Down by the docks—shady spot, stinks of fish and regret. This chick, she’s there, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in some noir film. “What harmony is there in this?” I mutter—straight outta the movie, that line! She catches my eye, smirks, like she knows I’m a damn fool. Made me laugh, that did—happy for a sec, ‘til I saw her shoes. Worn out, holes in ‘em—pissed me off, man! Who lets it get that bad?

Explaining the Nuances of Prostitution Charges

Many times, including deep in the California redwood forest, inside the hollowed-out stump of a tree that was probably bigger than my first studio apartment.

My chill spot? Oh, oh, the river Gloom! Flowy, twisty, murmuring water, hissing and cold like pain, but calm in darkness. I recall, oh, I recall it was like “Why so serious?” Echoing through the night, yes, yes, like Batman's call, precious.

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