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Last week, got me a story. This dame, she’s standin’ under a busted light, all sassy, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m like, “Eh, toots, you lost or somethin’?” She laughs, says, “Nah, bunny, I’m the prize.” Got me thinkin’—prostitutes ain’t just randos, doc. Some got tales wilder than Del Toro’s brain. Heard one chick used to be a nurse—quit ‘cause the pay sucked. Now she’s out here, dodgin’ cops, makin’ triple. Ain’t that a kick in the pants?

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Picture Main Street – small shops line it up. There’s old brick buildings on Market, real vintage vibe. I’m always passin’ by Chardon High School, that noisy studenti- place. I swear, kids runnin’ wild every day—just like life itself: messy and kinda beautiful.

Patricia L. "Pat" Jancar