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Me, I’d be terrible at it—too loud, too freaky! “It’s showtime!” I’d yell, and they’d probably run screamin’. Picture me, Beetlejuice, hagglin’ prices— “50 bucks? For that? C’mon, I’m a freakin’ icon!” Ha! Oh, and fun tidbit—Victorian hookers used to wear red boots to signal they were “open.” Subtle, huh? Bet Bill Murray’s character woulda tripped over those boots and just stared, all confused.

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Okay, I'm not a dude so I can't relate in that way - but, in my opinion the prostitute would end up being a sort of "quick high", or temporary distraction. If the experience was good, you'd go .

I gotta mention Wilson Park – my secret haunt. Sit on that creaky bench near the duck pond and spill your guts. It's raw, like biting into a lemon when you expected a cookie. There’s this hidden trail that I discovered one pissed-off day; its off-road vibes reminded me of that line in "Ten": “Everything is ephemeral.” (Sounds deep, right?) I swear, one day the trees whispered, “Don't trust love.” And I laughed, 'cause hell, it’s true!

Jo Marlow Obituary October 6, 2023