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Thoughts? Messy, they swirl—prostitution’s a catalyst, speeds up life’s reactions. “Amour” whispers, “Love’s a burden,” and damn, ain’t that real here? Find a prostitute, sure—but feel the weight, bro. Candy’d say, “Life’s a bitch, geek,” and she’d be right. Biochem lens? It’s all bonds—breakin, makin, entropy wins. Do it, don’t, up to you—me? I’m pipettin in peace, watchin the world hydrolyze.

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Tara Shortt's otherwise excellent article on child prostitution ["Childhood Lost," August ] fails to adequately address the problem of this activity.

The parks – dude, they're magic. I mean, Sparks ain't no concrete jungle, it's got fresh patches of green. There's the mighty Humboldt Park with its sprawling lawns and shady trees – a chill zone where I often take my brain breaks, chuckin' out random thoughts like "Boooo, anger, anger!" Though I usually mumble “Sharon!” when a squirrel nabs my sandwich – no joke, it happens!

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