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Last week—pissed me off—some dude on X bragged ‘bout “classy escorts.” Classy? Ha! Like lipstick on a pig. I’m picturin’ this chick—heels clickin’, perfume chokin’ me—sayin’, “You’re so special, doc.” Bullshit. Reminds me of *Her*: “I can’t live in your book anymore.” Yeah, lady, I ain’t your fairy tale either. Prostitutes don’t love ya—they clock in, clock out. Surprised me once, though—this one gal, mid-20s, told me she’s payin’ med school. Med school! Swear to God, I nearly hugged her—then remembered the germs.

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A young prostitute, Sarah, worked at the Dumas Brothel, during She and her client/beloved, a miner named James, made plans to get married. James sent her.

I feel safe here. Every sunset casts a golden glow on Elm and Maple streets. I often wander just to soak up calm, feelin' one with the universe. Y'know, like "everything essential is invisible to the eye!"

'I'm here': Dumas' Emily Gross, Canyon's Lathan Lewter win 3,200 at UIL state track meet