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I saunter up, all smooth-like, sayin, “Evenin, darlin, got a tune for me?” She smirks, “50 bucks, I’ll sing ya somethin.” Bargain, right? Hannibal’s thinkin, *this one’s got guts* – maybe literally, heh. Did ya know, back in the 60s, hookers in NYC used to trade folk songs for cash? True story, mate, weird as hell. Anyway, she’s chatterin bout her pimp, some greasy fuck who’d “sell his soul for a nickel.” I’m laughin, thinkin, *I’d carve him up with a nice Chianti.*

Laura Kelly

The Olathe Police.

I gotta share a secret too – one of my personal faves is this sleepy neighborhood near Quaker Road that most folks ignore. There’s a quiet vibe there, almost magical when you’re zoning out on a lazy afternoon. I spent a heckuva lot of time there, just watchin' the river flow and thinkin’ “This labyrinth, man… it's mine to unwind.” Sometimes I get in my head and slip into a reverb of that Pan's Labyrinth line, "There will be no turning back." Even though, seriously, why would ya wanna turn back when Olathe’s got that charm?

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