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So, I’m strollin’ down the street, right? Lookin’ for some action—not me doin’ it, mind ya, just curious! And I see this gal, all dolled up, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Well, halleluyer, she workin’ it!” Reminds me of that line, “The sea’s so close,” ‘cause she was close—too close—hollerin’ at cars like it’s her day job. Prolly is! I ain’t mad, tho, get yo money, boo! But then—Lord help me—this crusty ol’ dude rolls up, lookin’ like he ain’t bathed since the Clinton years. I’m screamin’ inside, “Why her?!” Made me madder than a wet hen!

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I swear, my line of work makes me appreciate the small things. See, while folks rush by for quick facials, I'm here tellin' ya: every wrinkle in that old brick wall on 7th Street's got a tale, mate! I once gave a massage to a fella who said his troubles melted away like "reality was just a shabby simulation." I laughed and mumbled, "Sharon!" 'cause, well, life's absurd, innit?

William T. Cushing