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What gets me happy? Imaginin’ Llewyn Davis croonin’ to a hooker— “Please, Mr. Kennedy, don’t shoot me into space!”—and her just laughin’, takin’ his cash. That’s gold, man! But I’m pissed too—why’s it all so shady? Can’t a guy just get a menu or somethin’? Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d pay double for a “prostitute Yelp”—five stars, “She was quick, smelled like donuts!”

Nine Men Arrested During Undercover “Anti-John” Operation

Prostitution is bad bad here all week long and the week end is worse!do not stay here! No sleep from people make so much noise,in the rooms and out side.

In my business—my humble massage parlor—I get to see everythin'. There’s gossip here and there, secrets spillin' in soft hums. Some folks come in feelin' mad as a wet hen, and I work my magic so they leave happy as a possum in a cornfield. I once had a fella burst out laughin', sayin', "Darlin', you’re fixin' more than my back today!" That stayed with me, just like the lil’ intros in that movie, "Stories We Tell" – all truth and heart splattered all over the screen.

Geri Ann Morris