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So, you’re out there, lookin’. Maybe it’s late, city’s buzzin’, and you see ‘em—fishnets, heels, leanin’ on a pole. Reminds me of Marion in that movie, y’know? “I’m gonna be somebody!”—but it’s all grit, all desperation. You don’t just stroll up like, “Hey, how’s it goin’?” Nah, there’s a code, a vibe. I read once—get this—back in the ‘90s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em before Giuliani swept it clean. Little factoid for ya! Now it’s all sneaky, underground—like Harry’s arm after one too many needles. Gross, right? Made me gag thinkin’ about it.

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It's revealed that Adrian's disgusting little hobby is to sell prostitutes to his friends-he gets a prostitute, he gets his friends drunk and the prostitutes.

Ever strolled by the Prairie River? Its flow is smooth, like my massage strokes on tired backs. I remember one rainy day, dashing past the raindrops on ElmAve – my heart raced a bit, unexpected, speshul, ya know? And phew, I got an urge to vent like Uncle Larry – it’s maddening how unpredictable weather can be!

Adrian Hawkins