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Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So I’m the prison warden, right, and I gotta spill on prostitutes – total wild card topic. Been watchin’ WALL-E again, that lil’ trash bot’s my jam, and it’s got me thinkin’. Prostitutes, man, they’re like EVA – floatin’ around, lookin’ for purpose, but stuck in a junky system. I see ‘em rollin’ in here sometimes, busted for hustlin’, and it’s a freakin’ mess. One chick, Candy – real name prolly somethin’ lame like Carol – she got nabbed in ‘23 for sneakin’ clients into a dang abandoned Blockbuster. Swear to God, who even bangs in a video store anymore? Laughed my ass off when I heard that.

$7250 ‘Westwood Lake’ Housing Advertisement from 1955

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So, pal, if you’re comin’ here, brace yourself for emotional whiplash. Let your senses ride the wave, don't take it too seriously, and remember: life here is messy, beautiful, and always a bit off-kilter—just like my scribbles, with 11 typos or more scattered all over. And like my favorite flick "Brooklyn" tells ya, sometimes you gotta leave your heart behind somewhere, but damn, it's a helluva ride finding it again.

Concrete poured at Westwood Lake Park’s parking lot