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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Been thinkin’ bout it lately—kinda like Brandon in *Shame*, ya know? That guy was a mess, chasin’ tail like it’s his damn job. “I find you disgusting,” Sissy’d say to him, and hell, I get it. Lookin’ for a hooker ain’t exactly a picnic in the park—it’s raw, it’s dirty, and it’s got that edge that makes ya feel alive. Or dead inside, dependin’ on the day.

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Being A Sex Worker, By George Bernard Shaw In the event you leave the country, and go to a whole new country, there is a guarantee you would find prostitutes.

There's a park—Shaw Park on Q St. NW. Tiny, serene, a green gem amid concrete. Sometimes, I sit there, so chill, lost in thought. Reminds me of that calm in Tropical Malady, where time stands still… ephemeral.

Shaw's sample size enough to win Flyers' coaching job?