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So I stroll up, wood dust still on my boots, feelin’ cocky. This one gal, she’s got legs for days, smirkin’ like she knows I’m a sucker. “What’s your deal, big guy?” she asks. I’m thinkin’, *Don’t pee on my leg, lady*—I ain’t here for games. “Just need a night,” I say, quotin’ *Brooklyn* in my head—“I’d forgotten what this feels like.” She laughs, says, “Fifty bucks, carpenter boy.” Fifty?! I’m shocked—prices went up! Inflation’s hittin’ the streets too, damn!

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Jun 3,  · On March 5, , the professor and the prostitute met for the last time. She came to his Sharon, Mass., home demanding $5, in payment for sex. Douglas instead slugged .

Finally, the bus arrives, and I hop on. I’m sitting there, looking out the window, and I see the Tower of Refuge. It’s such a cool landmark. I remember the first time I saw it. I was like, “Whoa, this place is magical.”

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