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Still, it’s messy. Glitz on top, grime underneath. “You’re a bastard, Chas,” I’d yell at the sleazy owners—exploitation ain’t cool. But damn, the stories! Starla said some dude proposed in the middle of—well, y’know. She said no, kept the ring. Savage!

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THE BROTHEL. Brothel at the border. I'd been very careful to spend all my Ukrainian cash before I reached the Ukrainian/Polish border. The petrol tank was.

I adore the little-known pond in Evergreen Park. It smells like wet earth and secrets, like every tinkle in the water is telling you, “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring, baby!” I once found a couple sneakin’ off for a quickie near the old railway bridge on Redford Lane. Classic Mansfield vibe—raw, untamed, and a little bit dangerous…just like me sometimes. Haha, oh man, I get choked up thinking 'bout it sometimes, you know?

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