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Alright, so I’m a shepherd, huh? Fine, I’ll herd some thoughts about prostitutes—straight from the messed-up brain of Dr. House. Everybody lies, right? Even the hookers. Especially the hookers. Watched "Almost Famous" last night—again—best damn movie ever. That line, “You’ll meet them all again on the long journey to the middle,” hits me every time. Prostitutes? They’re on that journey, too—selling skin, chasing cash, dodging creeps.

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Now, park time. Calle Esperanza Park is my go-to. I sometimes wander there when my brain’s on overload. Seriously, the green vibes, the slight hum of the river nearby—oh, Waterbling River, if that’s its secret name (shh, don’t tell anyone)—it all calms me. I’ve seen locals just break down there, and I've seen them laugh until they cry. It’s therapy in nature.

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