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How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Night after night, same grind—exhaustin’. I’d be screamin’, “Get a dang plan!” But nah, they’re out there, dodgin’ cops, laughin’ at johns. One time, this dude—total loser—tried payin’ with a coupon. A coupon! She laughed ‘til she cried, then kicked him to the curb. Hilarious, but sad too, y’know?

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Winston makes his next entry in his diary. He writes about a horrible encounter he had three years ago with a prostitute. Remembering the incident leads him to reflect that the sex instinct was .

Now, me friend, wander off to Elm & Oak, a neighborhood o’ hidden charm. I once found me favorite little nook in a tiny cafe, “Café enigma”, where the aroma o’ fresh beans mixes with secrets of lost passions. Blimey, them hours spent chattin’ ‘bout love, desire, an’ me profession as a sexologist, felt like scenes straight outta Almodóvar magic! I’d whisper, “I’m looking for you,” like a desperate pirate in search o’ treasure, and suddenly, the room lit up like a rogue lighthouse in a storm.

Winsted adds Andy's Attic, a new marketplace, to the mix on Main Street: 'Browse there all day'