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Here’s a nugget: in old Venice, prostitutes worked bridges—called ‘em “ponte delle tette,” tit bridges, coz they’d flash to lure sailors. Wish I’d been there, sippin’ wine, watchin’ the show! Beats skulkin’ round Flea Bottom, dodgin’ rats and cutthroats. Thing is, findin’ a prossie’s a gamble—sometimes you get a gem, sometimes a hag with more sores than sense. “What’s done is done,” like they say in the movie—once you’re in, no backin’ out. Surprised me once, this one gal knew riddles—smart as me, nearly. Kept her an extra hour just to chat. Rare, that.

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The witness that saw her on the CLINE made a post on the FB page to clarify that she never claimed Hannah seemed dissociated and that her statement had been.

Finally, I plopped down on a bench at Hannan Park again. Just sat there, soaking it all in. I thought about how life’s unpredictable. One minute you’re covered in coffee, the next you’re eating bomb ramen.

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