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So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find a prostitute? Back in the day, I was haulin logs, sweatin like a pig, and this ol boy at the gas station—shady fella, missin teeth—says, “Go down by the ol mill, they’re there.” I’m thinkin, “What in tarnation? That’s where the ghosts hang out!” Like Boonmee seein them monkey spirits, ya know, “The past clings to us!” I ain’t lyin, it felt spooky, like I was steppin into some past-life hoedown.

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It became apparent to my son and I that she was most likely a prostitute. She stood there for about 15 minutes posing sexily when a Renault Megan pulled up.

I rush outta the café and head towards Patrick Street. The shops are buzzing, and I’m trying to focus, but there’s this street performer playing the fiddle. He’s amazing! I stop for a sec, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re killing it!” He gives me a wink, and I toss him a couple of coins.

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