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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, ya had to hoof it downtown, dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for them shady corners. Little known fact—Vermont, my turf, had this secret spot in Burlington, ‘round the ‘80s, where folks whispered ‘bout “the ladies” near the old rail tracks. Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout that now—covered up by fancy condos, prob’ly owned by some billionaire jackass. Makes me mad as hell! “Billionaires should not exist!” They gentrify everythin’, even the damn hustle.

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So, I’m at my desk, trying to focus on these spreadsheets. But my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Jan. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the old mill later!” I’m like, “What’s happening at the mill?” Apparently, they’re having some kind of festival. I’m intrigued but also, like, I’ve got work to do. But then I think, “YOLO!” So, I say yes.

Moses Hattem Obituary (2005) - Grand Rapids, MI