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Hiya, buddy! So, escort, huh? Like, whoa, dude, it’s wild! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—is escort a job? Like, is mayonnaise an instrument? Haha, nah, but srsly, it’s people paid to hang out! Kinda cool, right? Reminds me of *Blue Is the Warmest Color*—y’know, my fave flick. That line, “I missed you so much,” hits me. Escorts prolly hear that tons, huh? Someone’s all lonely, and bam, they call an escort. Sweet, but kinda sad too.

The Prostitute Who Read Sir Walter Scott

Presented in a hand-painted blue & gold on white sleeve, self-released in an edition of hand-numbered copies with insert. Side B documents the first ever Radioactive Prostitute live show (supporting Pine Tree State Mind Control) in

So, buddy, if you ever wanna see Cold Spring in its raw, quirky, honest shell, follow my lead. Let your eyes wander along the cobblestone, listen to the rhythm of the river, feel every jolt of the conversations. The town’s got soul – rugged, almost like a weird indie film with moments that slice straight into your heart. Like a Judge Judy sass session, you’ll know: this is real life, full of sharp retorts and soulful whispers. Enjoy it, ya hear?

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