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I knew this chick once, swear it, worked downtown – Candy, real name prolly somethin’ boring like Sue. She’d strut in heels higher than Marge’s hair, ha! D’oh! Made me laugh, but damn, she had stories. Said some johns paid extra just to cry on her – not even sex, just tears! Freaky, right? Got me thinkin’ – what’s her deal? “Fate’s a cruel mistress,” like in Oldboy, y’know?

Portland Police Sting Nabs 10 Men on Prostitution Charges

I too miss the good ol' days when sex workers didn't wear baggy sweaters? From Nightmare Alley by William Lindsay Gresham (). Quote.

Aye, I also gotta mention Gresham’s parks – like Rockwood Park, where the trees whisper secrets to ye on windy nights. Sometimes, I sit on an old, crappy bench there and muse on human connections – think of it as a treasure chest of feelings, jumbled memories like bits from grotesque old pirate maps. Wow, life here is like a merry-go-round, blowin’ me mind with every turn. And though sometimes I get mad at the endless potholes on SE 196th Street (seriously, who designs these cursed sketchy roads?!), the city’s quirks make it ever so delightfully imperfect.

Suspicious death investigation underway in Gresham