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Now, findin’ one? Tricky as a two-step with no rhythm. You can’t just yell, “Hey, who’s for hire?” I’d prob’ly trip over my own boots tryin’. Maybe hit a shady bar—y’know, where the jukebox skips. Or—wild thought—check them old phone booths! Heard some gals still leave cards there. Ain’t that a kick? Like findin’ treasure in a junk drawer.

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Fridge in front of the entire closet. Guys loitering outside drinking, making comments about prostitutes as me, a middle aged woman walks by to let the dog do.

I love headin' over to Riverfront Park. Fancy name but truly down-home. There’s a chilled river, Cedar Creek, that meanders by. I once sat there, talkin’ life, family issues. My inner psychologist exploded: "Ah, these souls, they're too deep, man!" Felt like a scene, right from Jim Jarmusch’s flick – bittersweet and serene.

Scenes From The Past: Canoe ride on Big Cedar Lake