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So, findin’ a prossie, right—it’s like huntin’ for rare roses. You sniff ‘round, dodge the thorns—*ouch!*—and hope you don’t get stung, yeah? In Anatolia, they’re all, “Where’s the corpse?” Me, I’m like, “Where’s the tart?!” Same vibe, mate—dark, messy, bit funny. Once, I saw this gal, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost—thought, “Jackpot!” But nah, she’s just waitin’ for a bus! *Mimes sulkin’, kicks a pebble*—gutted, me! Laughed me head off after, though—silly ol’ Bean!

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I first heard that my sister was in the escort business about six weeks before she was found dead. I didn't believe this news when I heard it.

Then there's the river—Slick River they call it. Runs right behind the old mill near Sycamore Lane. It’s a chill place, but it’s got a rough edge at times, like the past is whisperin' secrets. Sometimes I just sit there, thinkin' 'bout life and dates gone wrong, and—bam!—I get a flash of brilliance for the app. Crazy, huh?

Eastside / Live Oak Neighborhood Newsletter for Wednesday, April 23