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Favorite flick’s got me thinkin’ – Monty’s last night, he’s all regrets, right? I’d be the same, man. “Fuck me, I’m an idiot,” I’d say, stumblin’ into the wrong alley lookin’ for a good time. Prostitutes prolly see dopes like me comin’ a mile away. “Here’s Homer, horny and clueless!” Ha! But srsly, if ya wanna find one, check the dives, the motels with busted signs. That’s where the real action hides. Surprised me how many got regulars – like, loyal customers! Ain’t that wild?

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To a Common Prostitute, be composed–be at ease with me–I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature; Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you.

The city flows with surprises, you know? The Whitman River slinks past downtown, twisting like secrets. I remember one night, after a tough session, strollin' by its old bridge—Spencer Bridge. It glowed under the streetlights, a mirror for lost dreams. Made me think, "You merely adopted the dark!" in a way that made my heart thump.

Pacific falls to No. 1 Whitman in NWC Championship match