The hooker.
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Art was 74 when he told me about the hooker.
"That whore cost me 2,000 dollars", he said.
And then added, "Have a nice day."I crossed the street ahead of him. I was on my way to work, and Art was making his daily trip, at a slow military pace, towards the King Eddy Saloon. The King Eddy was a local dive bar on the corner of Fifth and Los Angeles. To most, the bar was a dead end, the final stop before leaving skid row or the last resting place before entering. For some it was all that was left at the end of the day, of another era. And for Art it was only 8 a.m.. It's location, in a strange way, made it the greatest place in world, a haven on the Nickel, (as this stretch of road was sometimes called) heaven's little hell hole, and for many paradise on earth.