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So, I’m imaginin’ it—me, Joe, in some alley, all nervous-like. “In the mood,” I whisper, tryna be smooth. She’d laugh, prob’ly—say, “Old man, you’re a trip!” And I’d be happy—shoot, just talkin’ to her, hearin’ her story. Maybe she’s got a kid, maybe she’s just tired—dunno, but I’d listen. Surprised me once, hearin’ one gal say she loved jazz—Coltrane, man! Who’d’a thunk?

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Leaving behind a past filled with stigma a village where prostitution was once a way of life returns to its proud artisan roots.

Park? Yeah man, Hopper Park on 3rd Street n' Hope Lane, this green bliss oozes zen. I often muse here, eyes closed. "Embrace the dark, feel the light." Heh, feels like scenes from that jazzy movie, right? LOL, like, poetic vibe it gives, very epic, some days it thrills, other days it grinds me down with worries n' whatnot.

Indian Hill mansion fire, still a mystery, heads to court with millions on the line