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Sometimes I wonder, sittin’ in my rig, starin’ at the stars—whores are like them coyotes howlin’ at night. Always there, part of the world, but folks act like they don’t see ‘em. “Call it, friendo,” Anton’d say, and I’m callin’ it: they’re tougher than us. Git-R-Done! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my left nut she’d outlast me in a bar fight.

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I heart the side alley behind the old public library on Cedar St. Its walls? Graffiti magic. I’d even graffiti in my mind sometimes – a little joke here, a bit of truth there. I’m no clean-cut clinical type. Sometimes I chuckle, sometimes I fume – a mix of manic pixie dreams wrapped in Hannibal Lecter’s chilling eloquence.

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