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Oh, and the fellas—some sweet, some stinkier’n a cow pen. Reminds me of Jack sayin’, “You got no fuckin’ idea how bad it gets.” Them gals deal with all sorts, and I tip my hat to ‘em. Takes guts, y’know? More’n I got milkin’ them clankin’ machines all day. I’d prob’ly trip over my own boots tryin’ to work there—Lord, I’m a mess, ain’t I?

Young Foreign Girls in Delhi's Biggest Red Light District

There's that little park – Bickle Park. It's tiny, kinda hidden. I go there plotting my next therapy session. Sometimes, I pick up stray thoughts, old memories. I often stand there and think: "Oh, ye gods, I choose violence."

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