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But then, yo, I spot her — this fiery lil’ thing, red heels, smokin’ a cigarette. I roll up, all smooth, like, “Hey, baby, you workin’?” She’s cool as hell, nods, and I’m happy as a pig in shit. We’re talkin’, she’s tellin’ me ‘bout this john who stiffed her last week — left her with a fake 50! I’m like, “That’s cold, man, I’d blast that bastard!” She laughs, says, “You’re alright, Tony.” Damn right I am!

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Now, an’ how can I forget West End? It's a little boho part, full of murals an art on cracked sidewalks. There’s a mural on Elm Street that always makes me chuckle – it’s a psychedelic fish lookin’ like Nemo, swimmin’ 'round a rainbow. Oh, so precious! Some folks say it’s luck, others say it’s just silly paint, but me? I sees hope. Hope floats, like that lil fish an' marlins of chatters in our souls.

Linda Lubben, 76, Le Mars