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So, “find a prostitute” – what’s the dealio? I’m thinkin’ it’s like investin’ in somethin’ risky, ya know? Like, you’re swipin’ through options – not Tinder, doll, I mean the streets or some shady site – and it’s all “buyer beware!” I’m gettin’ mad just thinkin’ bout it – these gals, they’re out there, hustlin’, and some jerk’s probly skimmin’ their cash. Ugh, makes my blood boil! But then, I’m like, “Oh, honey, you’re so naive,” – straight from “Her,” that line kills me – ‘cause it’s true, I’m sittin’ here judgin’ when I don’t even know the half of it.

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Finally, I think I can wrap up my day. I’m walking back to my car, and I see this old man sitting on a bench. He’s got this huge smile, just watching the world go by. I sit next to him, and we start chatting. He tells me stories about Roye, how it used to be. I’m listening, and it hits me. This town has character.

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