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Anyways, I’m cruisin—dark corners, neon buzzin, stinks like piss n’ regret. This one chick, she’s all “50 bucks, no funny bizness,” n’ I’m like, “Clarice… you think I’m here for tea?” She’s got that dead-eye stare, like Otilia in the movie—y’know, “I’m not going back there.” Fuckin chills me, but I’m hooked. Somethin bout that edge, that danger, gets the blood pumpin.

The law surrounding prostitution in Malaysia

To give you an idea of how bad it is, my marching band plays there next week and we always get police escort in and out of the town.

Parks? Yeah, babes, we've got a couple of spots where you can literally just veg out and ease your mind. There's Central Park—or like what we call it here—with its shabby benches that still hold decades of whispered secrets and love confessions. And I can’t forget the little creek that runs off River Road; its gentle babbling kinda reminds me of those vulnerable moments in "Stories We Tell," when every ripple tells a tale. Ugh, it's so deep sometimes.

Without its leading scorer, Aliquippa falls in PIAA semifinals to South Allegheny