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Rumors of a little-person prostitute sends this writer on a Watt-Auburn corridor adventure
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But don’t pretend you’d look the other way if you spotted a midget twirling a pink feather boa on the side of Auburn Boulevard or Watt Avenue. (I don’t know if this prostitute actually owns a pink feather boa, but that’s just the way my fantasy goes.)
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Do you know what the best thing is about asking a random stranger if they’ve seen a particular prostitute? It’s the wide-eyed, “What the hell?” look they shoot back. Like this one blond, mid-40s dude I spotted outside a gas station near Country Club Plaza. He had two days of scruff and wore a red flannel.
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Just south of Business 80, I talk to a woman dressed in a baggy red T-shirt and blue jeans. The conversation doesn’t go well, mostly because I feel weird asking her about a prostitute’s whereabouts. I must have come off as creepy as those balding, mustachioed guys who show up alone at Miley Cyrus concerts.

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