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So yeah, findin a prostitute – it’s a rush, a puzzle, a fuckin tragedy sometimes. You see the world’s guts, raw and messy. I’m hooked on the thrill, but damn, it’s heavy. “Shaken, not stirred,” I tell her, tippin my hat. She laughs – “You’re a nutter, Bond.” Maybe I am.

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A woman, any woman, can't sit and have a peaceful meal in the woods and enjoy a tiny speck of nature without being made to feel uncomfortable by suspicious.

There’s a park, uh, St. Clair Park that’s pure magic on sunny days. I once sat on a bench there – oh, the stories it could tell, if ya listen! I overheard couples, sinc. lovey-dovey confessions, all like “hey, daddy-o, we dig ya!” or somethin like that. It makes me smile, we swears! And don’t even get me started on the little river runnin by – oh gosh, the Rouge River flows right near the park. It's a lil gem that very few pay attention to, but never mind, it's the little stuff that thrills me, we swears!

Mark Harmon Obituary (2020) - Grosse Pointe Park, MI - Detroit Free Press