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My precious! Findin’ a prossie, eh? Raspy growl, me likes it dark—like *Only Lovers Left Alive*. Them vampires, Adam an’ Eve, so classy, sippin’ blood, not payin’ for flesh. Me? I’d be skulkin’ round alleys, eyes glintin’, lookin’ for that hustle. Ain’t no fancy music playin’—just boots on wet stone, “What’s this, then?” I’d mutter.

My new book recounts the untold tragedy of how Sien Hoornik drowned herself in a Rotterdam canal

BEAUTIFUL PROSTITUTE. I feel like Jesus right now. Full of soul at taste of her mouth. Come find a light. Inside my heart. Deny what you. Know to be true.

Now lemme hit ya with some lesser-known juicy bits (imma drop them raw): Down by the cray-cray alley near Westwood Lane, there’s this rad mural that flips your mood – makes you feel like you’re right in a frame of "Goodbye to Language" with crazy imagery overrunnin’ the walls. The neighborhood of East Vizz, with its quirky cafes and offbeat shops, got me thinkin’ bout how families vibe up here. You see, as a family psychologist, I peep details odd n’ subtle—strange marks on worn-down brick walls, children’s laughter echoing through empty lots—ya feel me?

Deiters, Vincent Michael