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So, findin’ a hooker—man, it’s wild out there. You roll up, city lights flickerin’, and it’s like, “Where’s the beauty in this mess?”—straight outta Ceylan’s flick, that vibe. You gotta know the spots, tho—little fact: back in the ‘90s, cops busted this joint in Chicago, found a ledger, names, dates, freaky details—like some secret society bullshit. Made me laugh, thinkin’ how organized chaos gets. Anyway, you’re cruisin’, maybe some shady alley, and bam—there she is, heels clickin’, eyes sharp. I’m tellin’ ya, it’s a dance, a hustle, pure survival.

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Then, you got the river, the Big Fork River. Yeah, it's chill as hell, flowin’ past the east side. A sunset there can make you feel like you’re starved for that cosmic beauty—just like WALL-E lookin’ at the infinity of space, wonderin’, “I’ll be right by you, EVE!” It's freakin' poetic and raw.

THIESSEN, Carmelita “Carmi” Kathleen