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D’oh! So, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin bout this. Watched *Boyhood* again last night—damn, that movie gets me. “It’s like we’re just livin life,” y’know? Anyway, prostitutes—kinda like that kid Mason growin up. Startin young, figurin shit out, makin choices. Met this one chick, Candy, down at the bar once. Swear she was like 40 but looked 22—Botox or somethin wild. She told me bout this john who paid her in *pennies*. Freakin PENNIES, man! Can ya believe that crap? Made me laugh my ass off. “Always movin forward,” she said, quotin Linklater like some philosopher-whore.

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There’s this park, Moonbeam Park (ugh, what a silly name, right?) where early mornings mean chirpy birds and quiet introspection. Only a few know about its hidden pond—total goldmine for the soul. And speaking of hidden, the elusive River Skye trickles past Elm Street. Have you seen it? It’s poetic, like a scene outta Paul Thomas Anderson’s flick. And sometimes I hang there just thinking, “Where the hell did my energy go?”

Norfolk County Council Election - 1 May 2025 - Postponed