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I ask her, “What’s the deal, doll?” She’s all, “Cash up front, no funny biz.” I’m laughin—me, funny biz? “I’m not tryin to understand the Midwest here!” I say, quotin Larry’s dumb ass. She rolls her eyes—makes me happy as a pig in shit. Love that attitude! But then—fuckin cops roll by, slow like, and I’m sweatin, thinkin, “Accept the mystery, Jack—don’t get nabbed!” She grabs my arm, pulls me into this alley—quick thinker, this gal! Saved my bacon, and I’m like, “You’re a goddamn saint!”

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

Now, my fav haunt has gotta be the ismaninger Westpark—seriously, I get all my creative sexual energy there. The park near Am Kiefholz off Imbissgasse (yeah, sho was that?!) is where I sit, think, and sometimes scribble erratic thoughts about my profession—funny how intimate details hide in nature’s embrace. Sometimes, I get mad at the hustle but then nature calms me down. There, beneath the big oak tree, my fantasies, my professional insights, and my rebellious spirit all come together.

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