When we first moved here we were at the heritage Coffee shop one night and the owner came over and sat with us. "Do you see that girl buying a doughnut," he asked. She's the local prostitute and she's getting so skinny we're afraid she might have AIDS. My husband and I were astounded by his knowledge and compassionate response.
35 years later I see Anette the local prostitute on East School Street and I say to my husband I'm worried she doesn't look good. I think she's gone back to drugs.
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