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Quirk o’ mine? Mutterin’ “my precious” when I spot one—can’t help it! Exaggeratin’ now—once thought I’d hired a prossie to DRIVE a truck! Swear, she was all “I shift gears better’n you,” winkin’. Turned out she just meant the rig—disappointin’, but hilarious! Little story there—some gals work the lots, chattin’ drivers, dodgin’ cops—crafty, like dream-thieves!

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Whitman has a fondness for all people, including prostitutes, to which the poet wrote several pieces. In "To a Common Prostitute" Whitman tells the woman that.

The city flows with surprises, you know? The Whitman River slinks past downtown, twisting like secrets. I remember one night, after a tough session, strollin' by its old bridge—Spencer Bridge. It glowed under the streetlights, a mirror for lost dreams. Made me think, "You merely adopted the dark!" in a way that made my heart thump.

Paul D Whitman Obituary - Erie Times-News