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So, prostitutes—man, they’re a trip. Been around forever, right? Oldest job in the book, no kiddin. Back in Rome, they had these brothels, called lupanars—fancy word, huh?—an the girls painted their lips red to show they’re “open for biz.” Little fact for ya, Clarice, betcha didn’t know that! Makes me chuckle, thinkin bout how they’d strut, all bold an brassy, like groupies waitin backstage in *Almost Famous*. “You’re too sweet for rock n roll,” someone’d say, but these gals? Too tough for sweet!

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Used to live at Park and 31st, so we were pretty in the thick of it. My buddy worked at the hotel right at Midtown Global Market, and he would tell me about having to constantly kick out .

The park, oh dear, Spring Lake Park (that’s the namesake!) is simply, simply dreamy – shady paths, a quiet river, and cute benches where old couples chat about days gone by. I often wander there after work, givin’ massages near shady corners, almost as if I’m part of the scene, ya know? Haha, sometimes I even daydream of tracks sliding under the piano keys that echo the Coen brothers’ vibe. "Mmm... oh, it’s like losing yourself in an old song," I muse.

Driver dies of CO2 poisoning inside delivery truck in Spring Lake Park