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So here’s the deal—financially speakin’, hirin’ a prostitute’s a disaster. You’re throwin’ cash out the window—poof!—gone! No 401(k) for that, no tax write-off, nothin’. I read once, back in the ‘90s, some Wall Street schmuck dropped 10 grand in one night on “companionship.” Ten grand! Coulda bought a yacht—or at least a decent sandwich. Made me mad as hell—wastin’ money like that? I’d rather choke on my own tie. But then, I get it—some folks got urges, they’re lonely, whatever. Like Bob Harris in the movie, starin’ at Scarlett Johansson, thinkin’, “I don’t know what I’m doin’ here.” Except it’s not Scarlett—it’s some chick named Candy with a fake tan.

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

§ Public nuisances prohibited. No person shall erect, contrive, cause, continue, maintain or permit to exist any public nuisance within the City. §

These streets have tales that blend work, heartaches, and silly mishaps. I see my dating site users wandering here, snapping pics by the river, dippin' toes in the water on a hot summer day. It’s kinda surreal sometimes. Like, dating in Reedsburg? It’s a bomb… uh, like, a crazy movie scene!

Obituary for Elisabeth DeBaets