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And the girls—God bless em, really—but I’d be too neurotic to even talk. “Hi, uh, so, what’s your return policy?” I’d ask that, swear to God, cause what if it’s awkward? What if she’s judgin me? I’d judge me! Like, “Look at this schmuck, payin for it.” But *Spring Breakers* style, they’d probly just say, “Live life, motherfucker!” and I’d be like, “Okay, fair, but still—gross!” I’d tip extra just to not feel like a creep. Pretty, pretty good chance I’d bolt outta there anyway.

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They used mainly public vehicles to go to the Indian brothels. W/G described life at the brothel as a prison, where they had to obey the brothel owner and her guards; otherwise, they were .

And yo, let me talk about that local café – Pieni Pannu. The owner knows my name, always givin' me an extra cookie. Crazy how simple spot feels majestic, like a hidden piece of "Certified Copy" philosophy. Every sip of coffee makes me go "damn" – like the world's secrets are leaked, and you're the insider.

Aino Jokelainen Obituary (2023) - The Thunder Bay Chronicle Journal