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Guy at the door, greasy mustache, smirkin’. Wanted to punch him square. “Ten bucks, big man,” he says. I hate payin’ for sin. Walked in anyway, curiosity’s a bastard. Red lights, velvet curtains – tacky as hell. Felt like a circus for perverts. Girl comes up, winks, “Hey, sugar.” I hate winkin’. Told her, “I’m here for the steak.” She laughed. No steak, just lies. Made me wanna burn it down.

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I oft find myself meandering down the banks of the Santa Ana River, where water glistens like liquid silver under the moon’s gentle beam, and e'en the liveries of nature doth remind me of the tender caresses and whispered secrets of the night. Yea, the river doth wind like a serpent through our town, and at its edge, I’ve had conversations with souls both weary and wild, sharing insights wrought from mine profession – for I, a humble sexologist, glean beauty from the raw expressions of desire and humanity.

Rialto community holds vigil for Alinah and Neveah Flores, toddlers killed in DUI crash