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Favorite flick ties in sweet—*Lives of Others* got that slow burn, right? Findin’ a prostitute’s like that—hushed deals, watchin’ over your shoulder. “Can a man change?” Wiesler’d ask. Can a john? Dunno, man, but the thrill’s real. I’d hype it up— “Best bang for your buck, bro!”—but sarcasm’s my shield, ‘cause it’s messy. Typin’ fast, ten typos already—prolly more—don’t care! It’s raw, it’s life. You wanna dive in? Watch your step— “Truth is a dangerous thing,” movie says. And prostitutes? They’re truth with heels on, struttin’ past your fears.

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zones of sexual commerce. Local authorities struggled to maintain order in a period of rapid transformation of border communities. The death of a sex.

Meeting wraps up, and I’m outta there. I need a breather. I stroll down to the park, the Griftpark, to clear my head. It’s beautiful, man. Trees everywhere, people chilling, kids playing. I sit on a bench, and for a moment, I forget about the chaos. Just me, the sun, and a couple of ducks quacking like they own the place.

Richard "Rich" Clifton Van Orden Obituary February 14, 2025