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Well, hey there, y’all! It’s me, Dolly, just ramblin’ on with my sweet ol’ Tennessee twang! So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute—lordy, I ain’t no expert, but I reckon I got thoughts! Now, picture this: I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout that movie *25th Hour*. Spike Lee, bless his heart, gave us Monty—Ed Norton, y’know?—facin’ his last day ‘fore prison. That line, “Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends,” hits me every dang time. Kinda like life, right? You’re out there, lookin’ for a good time, and bam—some folks just shammin’ ya.

Bellflower, Prostitution Sting on Clark Ave., No Diversion

The Rio Del Sol—err, okay, it’s a small creek, not exactly a river—flows gently past the edge of town. It’s a quiet reminder of nature’s persistence. I relax by it, letting all that urban noise melt away, and my mind goes, “C’mon, find peace in chaos.” Even if the sound is soft, like accidental poetry, it resonates with the soul of Bellflower.

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