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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Pissed me off too, hearin’ bout the busts. Cops swoop in, girls get hauled off, johns just slink away. Unfair, man. “Talk to Her” vibes again—“I’d like to be the one who decides.” Who’s decidin’ here? Not them, that’s for damn sure. Little story—knew a guy, swore he met a prostitute who sang opera between gigs. Bullshit? Maybe. But I’d buy it—world’s nuts.

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I sometimes stretch out my hands in the back alley near Elm and Birch too; saw it as a good spot to practice a quick massage on a stubborn back. Not many know, but behind that facade lies a little mural of legends long forgotten. I swear, when I rub out someone's knotted back, I also rub away their bitter memories—just like the film, a glimpse in the rearview, “Focus on the ride,” they say. Yeah, every twist of my fingers tells a tale.

David Earl Cobble