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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ y’all don’t know—back in ‘92, Atlanta had this spot, secret-like, called “The Stroll.” Prostitutes worked it like a dang farmer’s market! Cops knew, but they was lazy—didn’t care ‘less somebody snitched. Trixie said it ain’t changed much—girls still out there, gleanin’ what they can, makin’ ends meet. “What’s left on the ground, I take,” she said—straight outta Agnès Varda’s mouth, I swear! Got me thinkin’—she out here harvestin’ life’s leftovers.

My Hooker-Cation in Palm Springs

My yard of favorite spots? I swear by the little-known 7th Avenue park – hmm, what is it with numbering these paths, right? Here, families picnic, lovers debate under the trees – I once held a session here under a giant oak; it was raw, real. And then there’s the old lighthouse at the river bend, a bit tucked away. Mystery hanging around like a bad joke sometimes.

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