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I’m fired up, yeah—heart racin’. “Who controls the streets?” I’m thinkin’, quotin’ Carlos in my head—“I am the one who knocks!”—but nah, mate, it’s them. The girls, the pimps, the whole damn system. Saw this one bird—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Fancy a chat?” she goes, all sly. I’m like—bloody hell, she’s bold! Made me happy, that—takes guts, don’t it? But then—anger hits. Why’s she gotta do this? World’s a right mess, innit?

Hookers, porn and strip clubs: The seedy side of Portland in the '70s, '80s and '90s

Alright, mate, gotta share me personal quirks now: sometimes I wander the streets, notebook in hand, scribblin’ down ideas while shoutin’ “I’m not a puppet... I’m a free soul!” – takin’ after that Spielberg flick, ye know? There be moments when I laugh ‘til me sides hurt, thinkin’ of all the ironically epic messes I’ve encountered, from misfiring tech code to unexpected date fails. Crazy, right? But that’s the life here – erratic, messy, and oh so real.

Gresham firefighter returns to work nearly a year after suffering severe burns