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I knew this guy once—Jimmy, total schmuck. He’d “find a prostitute” every Friday, like clockwork. Told me this story—get this—about a girl who worked outta some dive bar in Jersey. She’d hum showtunes while, uh, “negotiating.” Showtunes! Can you believe it? I’m laughin’ my ass off, but also—kinda pissed. Why’s she gotta ruin *Oklahoma!* for me? I’m yellin’ at Jimmy, “That’s sacred, man!” He just shrugs, like, “Larry, chill.” Chill? Me? Never!

Prostitution Tarnishes an Avenue of Hope

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Jerome's main vein is the old Mining Loop Road. Head over to Main St. for a shot of irony. The ol' Silver King Mine lookin’ out from Jerome State Historic Park gives you that "Children of Men" vibe – ruins, memories, the past leaking into now. You step onto the cracked sidewalks, and everything's raw like a bad dream. “Nothing is certain,” I mumble sometimes, echoing those film lines.

Jerome Gorgon Jr. Appointed Detroit's Interim US Attorney