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So, findin’ a prostitute? Man, it’s a hunt. Not like trackin’ rare deep-sea anglers, tho. Those girls are out there, scales shinin’ in neon—red lights, tight skirts. I’ve heard tales, y’know, from old dock workers. Back in ‘98, some chick in Marseille—called her “La Sirène.” Fishermen swore she’d lure ‘em in, voice like a damn siren. Took their cash, left ‘em broke and smilin’. True story—or so they say. *Wheeze.* Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how dumbasses fall for it.

Hookers in Moline

Moline’s real close to the Mississippi River. That ol’ mighty river flows alongside Coolidge Street – yeah, that’s where I love watchin' the sunrise after a long spa day. I’ll admit, every droplet of that water gives a kick – like Dogville said, “The world is a low tide.” Wait, no, that ain’t it… anyway, ya dig?

Jack Burns receives Lifetime Achievement award from Moline Little League