PANHANDLING THE plumbing aisle at Home Depot is a round figured young woman wearing no makeup, short cropped hair and men’s clothing. “Excuse me sir,” she says in an indeterminate Hollywood foreign accent, extending a piece of paper. I scan something about “Russia” and “Unification Church.” I’m remembering young women soliciting for Rev. Sun Myung Moon, from before she was born. She has no idea. “No,” I say politely.

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