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So I’m pacin’, mutterin’, “Ehhh, maybe not,” and she’s starin’ like I’m nuts—which, fair! I’m thinkin’ *Brooklyn* again—“The life I might have had!”—and I’m like, “Yeah, not this one!” I’m happy I didn’t trip over my own feet, though—small victories. Surprised me how chill she was, too—like, “Buddy, decide already!” I’m exaggeratin’, sure, but I felt like a schmuck. Total schmuck. In the end, I bailed—natch—‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and findin’ a prostitue? Too much hassle! Pretty, pretty good call, if ya ask me.

1105 Sex workers’ lives

Henrietta was a quiet, retiring, sixteen year old girl, who was contemplating a life of prostitution. She had completed the first year of high school but.

I walk near East Main, near the library, where therapy meets conversation. In the shadows of barns, I recall a therapy session gone wild. Funny, right? "We're all cowards here," like in that Jesse James flick. When you pass the old railway tracks near Birch Ave, it's like a scene from a movie – gritty, somber, yet somehow hopeful. Spooky tone, like “Tonight’s the night.”

UPDATE: Officials say skeletal remains found by trail in Henrietta are from an animal