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Oh, fun fact—old-timey prostitutes used coded handkerchiefs. Red meant “I’m down,” yellow was “busy.” She ain’t got no hanky, just attitude. I dig it. Night ends, I’m broke but laughin’. “War’s over, go home,” I mutter—*Hurt Locker* shit. Best 50 bucks ever, fam. Absurd? Hell yeah. Worth it? Bet.

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Sex workers give men a chance of holding on to their sanity, before they are sent back to their world of morality with their urges taken care of.

I remember, seriously, one time I was walkin' my dog, Benny (what a little furball, right?) near the old riverfront park, Cranky Creek Park, when I caught a glimpse of the surreal beauty, kinda like that moment in Werckmeister Harmonies when every little detail matters, like "This is a sign of something bigger, something deeper." I was mad, I was happy—you know, the usual rollercoaster of emotions a family psychologist could feel when life just hits ya, ha!