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So, I’m thinkin’, “One last night to howl,” like Monty says. I’d be nervous, sweatin’ like a pig – D’oh! – prolly trip over my own feet. Maybe I’d spot one, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig. “Hey, sugar, need a date?” she’d purr. I’d be all, “Uhh, yeah, sure!” Heart poundin’, palms sweaty – excitin’ but scary, ya know? Reminds me o’ Monty’s panic, that “I’m outta time” vibe. “This life came so close to never happenin’,” he’d say. Deep, right? Almost makes ya feel bad for the gal.

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Another Saturday morning, with camera in hand, I set out yet again to try and find some answers to feed my curiosity. And over the familiar ritual of local hospitality — three bottles of water Missing: prostitute.

And that’s a wrap on my crazy day! Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.

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