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Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Dark, it is, this path. Streets I walk, neon lights hummin’. “Do or do not, there’s no try,” I mutter—Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, spins in my head. Words float, broken—like “love is a shadow.” Shadow, yeah, fits this gig. Prostitute huntin’, not glamorous, nah. Dirty alleys, stinkin’ of piss, callin’ me. Angry, I get—world’s messed up, man! Girls out there, sellin’ skin, breaks my heart.

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Now, the old clocktower on Riverside Drive? Man, it’s a beacon. I spend many lunch breaks chillin' there, watchin' people pass, thinking about family memories. My work in psychology tells me that landmarks like this, even if they’re just gears and bells, represent how time heals and binds us together. Oh! And don't even get me started on the Parkland – oh man, that park! Its winding trails in Elm Street Park made me so happy that I sometimes forget how many times I've taken the same shortcut, his mood lifts the whole vibe.

Central-Phenix City at Smiths Station AHSAA football game in Smiths Station, Ala., Thursday, Sept. 5, 2024.