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Oh, and the risks? Hoo boy! Cops, creeps, STDs—yikes! Carlos’d say, “Danger is my trade!” and laugh it off, but me? I’m sweatin’ bullets, doc! Still, somethin’ ‘bout it pulls ya in—like a carrot danglin’ just outta reach. Ya laugh, ya cry, ya dodge the traps. That’s the gig when yer tryna find a prostitute, pal! Eh, what’s up with you—got any stories?

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Autumn Rivulets: To a Common Prostitute Be composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you.

The local park, Oak Grove Park, is bliss. Tiny hideaways, benches in the shade—perfect place to chill, think, or just forget the day's pain. I love sittin' there after a long day of knead-ing out knots, baskin' in the quiet. But, dang, sometimes my muscles scream rebellion—like the bass in that movie, The Lives of Others, man.

Whitman County resident dies of hantavirus: First Washington state case and death in 2025