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Great Scott! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there—streets buzzin’, neon lights flashin’ like crazy. I’m thinkin’, what’s the deal with that? Back in my day, we didn’t have apps for this crap! You had to, like, *know* a guy. Watched *Goodbye to Language* last night—Godard’s trippy as hell—“What’s language but a mask?”—and I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my espresso, thinkin’ prostitutes prolly got masks too, y’know? Hidin’ who they are, dodgin’ the fuzz.

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We present Chapter One of Marilynn Bybee Rockelman's Ducky: The True Story of a Decoy Prostitute, which earned an honorable mention in the Creative Nonfiction.

The downtown is a riot of life. Our beloved Main St is full tonights of neon signs and quirky cafes. I'm always reminded of that line from "Let the Right One In": “In the darkness, there is hope,” because man, when the night falls on Main St, there’s a strange ol’ beauty, almost like the whole place is hiding a secret waiting to be told. And let me tell ya—Billionaires should not exist! Not in our city where every person matters.

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