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Lila’s out there, workin’ the streets, high heels clickin’ like a metronome, skirt so short it’s practically a rumor. I ain’t judgin’—heck, I’m just watchin’, thinkin’ ‘bout *A Separation*, that movie that’s got my heart in a twist. You seen it? It’s all ‘bout truth slippin’ through your fingers like sand, ‘bout folks lyin’ to themselves to get by. Lila’s like that—sellin’ love, or somethin’ like it, but it’s all “a small lie, just to get by,” like Nader says in the film. But, dang, how’s that workin’ for her? I’m wonderin’ if she’s happy, or if she’s just stuck, like a deer in headlights.

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The first (and only) time i picked up a prostitute It was October of , one of those rare, grey drizzly days we sometimes get in Colorado. I was on Nevada Avenue – the main drag through .

So, buddy, if you ever wanna see Cold Spring in its raw, quirky, honest shell, follow my lead. Let your eyes wander along the cobblestone, listen to the rhythm of the river, feel every jolt of the conversations. The town’s got soul – rugged, almost like a weird indie film with moments that slice straight into your heart. Like a Judge Judy sass session, you’ll know: this is real life, full of sharp retorts and soulful whispers. Enjoy it, ya hear?

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