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Ruh-roh, tho—cops showed up! Had to skedaddle, tail between my legs, yellin’, “ZOINKS, I’m no john!” Barely made it, hid in an alley, heart poundin’ like drums in that movie. “The sky is endless,” Malick’d say, but my luck? Finite, man! Still, kinda fun—Scooby-Doo sniffin’ out the underworld, huh? Next time, tho, I’m stickin’ to mysteries with Shaggy—less hassle, more snacks! What a trip, dude—findin’ a prostitute’s wilder than wrestlin’ a werewolf!

Leaves of Grass Characters

Autumn Rivulets: To a Common Prostitute Be composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you.

The local park, Oak Grove Park, is bliss. Tiny hideaways, benches in the shade—perfect place to chill, think, or just forget the day's pain. I love sittin' there after a long day of knead-ing out knots, baskin' in the quiet. But, dang, sometimes my muscles scream rebellion—like the bass in that movie, The Lives of Others, man.

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