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I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Winfield.

Don’t even get me started on the local hangouts. I have a personal favorite spot – ol’ Rusty’s Diner on 3rd & Main, with greasy fries and memories of gossip and laughs, my heart soaring like those classic lines: "It's too good to be true, but maybe... just maybe..." If you're a sucker for hidden surprises, check out the secret garden by the abandoned badminton court near the old library on Birch. Spooky, but kinda cool.

Arson suspected in Winfield fire late Sunday