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So, findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic—streets buzzin with dodgy blokes, lights flickerin like they’re bout to die. I’m vibin, tho—love the chaos, makes me grin like a madman. Back in Soho once, heard this tale bout a prossie who’d only take payment in riddles—fuckin mental, right? Had to stump her with “What’s got 4 legs and 1 arm?” Answer’s a pitbull comin back from the park, hah! She laughed her arse off, gave me a discount. Little known shit like that—keeps ya sharp.

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Neighborhood-wise, there's Sweetwater and Lakeside. The vibe? Chill, man, like in that movie—flowing and dreamy. I wander these areas after work, refuel my soul and scratch my head, wonderin “what is it all about?” Sometimes I get happy as a clam lookin at the river that skirts our town—it sort of wiggles past like a lazy snake, you know? It’s called Powder River and it’s pretty hidden.

Norma Jean Norton Obituary December 12, 2024