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So, picture this—prostitutes, man, they’re hustlin’, survivin’. Got this one gal, Mary, heard ‘bout her down in old Chicago. Back in ‘23—yeah, 1923—she’d charm fellas with a wink, then pickpocket ‘em blind! Cops never caught her, sneaky lil’ devil. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’d dance circles ‘round Daniel Plainview, that greedy oil bastard from the movie. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—ha, she’d abandon yer wallet faster!

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Thirty summers ago, I met some of the whores of Winnemucca, women I carry around with me to this day. Their faces crystallize, freeze frame-style, in my memory.

Oh btw, lemme tell you abt Haskell Park – it's our refuge. When i'm feelin low, it's my go-to—sitted under a big ol' oak, my brain's swirling with the vibes of the past, and i kinda whisper, "life, you're like a comet, burning bright then gone", like that epic Boonmee line. And then there's the Humboldt River, flowin' near the eastern bit of town. Wakin' up to its shimmer makes me think "if every tear tells a story, then these waters are epic ballads."

Humboldt River Field Office