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I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I’ve seen love, heartache, and some mad craziness round here. One time an regular bragged ‘bout how Kinston saved his life. I felt proud, ya know? I sometimes get mad when folks trash the old curb or disrespect the landmarks, but hey, that’s life. We all got our scars.

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