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So, last week—ooh, I was steamed! Bart says, “Mom, why ya stressin’?” ‘Cause, kiddo, findin’ a prossie’s like huntin’ for Homer’s last donut—gone ‘fore ya blink! I’m scrollin’ X, seein’ these gals postin’ pics—fishnets, lipstick, the works. One chick’s bio says, “50 bucks, no weirdos.” I’m like, hmm… define “weirdos,” lady! Prolly means no one like Mr. Burns—creepy old coot’d scare her off!

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As far as street prostitution goes, most arrests are taking place between 82nd and nd. The hourly motels on 82nd have reputations for drug.

Keizer's pretty real. There’s the Willamette River, cutting a swath. Flowing… like life. I sometimes stop by Centennial Park, just to watch the water. Pauses... Damn, reminds me of a scene from "Caché" – "There is nothing hidden."

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