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Alright, so I’m a shepherd, right? And I’m thinkin’—find a prostitute, what’s the deal with that? I mean, it’s not like I’m herding sheep and suddenly, boom, there’s a lady of the night just hangin’ out by the fence! “Pretty, pretty good,” I mutter to myself, ‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and I notice crap nobody else does—like how awkward this whole setup is! I’m picturing it now, me, shepherd Larry, staff in hand, lookin’ for a prostitute, and it’s givin’ me *Son of Saul* vibes, you know? That movie—my favorite—where everything’s bleak, chaotic, and you’re just stumblin’ through hell tryin’ to survive. “I don’t want to die here!” I’d yell, like Saul, but instead it’s, “I don’t wanna get fleeced by this chick!”

‘No jurisdiction’

It is believed that in the past two weeks there have been at least four incidents of prostitutes discreetly offering their services to lone men on Front Street.

There’s a neat alley near Dock St. that most skip. It’s graffiti and history combined. I sometimes spot a stray cat there. Cute critter, ya know? Makes me smile, even if life gets nuts. I just gotta say: man, it's like a scene outta No Country for Old Men. Abrupt, raw, cold.

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