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I saw this gal once—real story—near a dive bar in Pawnee. Skinny as a rail, eyes like she’s seen too many sunrises. Made me mad, y’know? Not her, the world. Pimps takin’ cuts, cops not givin’ a damn. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, some hookers ran their own saloons—boss bitches, no middleman. This one? Nah, she’s stuck. “Motion is pure,” like that *Holy Motors* nutjob says—except her motion’s just pacin’ the curb, freezin’ her ass off.

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Evelyn M. Hooker (nee Glastetter), of O'Fallon, Missouri, passed away Thursday, September 1, , at the age of

Oh, and parks! You must visit Whispering Pines Park. A massive green bowl where trees speak soft, rustling secrets. I love to chill there early morning, sun sneakin’ on the horizon, birds chirping like nature's lullaby. I always say, "This is it: life, caché style!" Ppl sometimes pass by, smiling, like they be in a zen bubble.

The Cave Spring Nero (ECT Day 79)