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Last week, I’m prowlin’, thinkin’—what’d Lenny do? He’d write it down, retrace steps. So I scribble: “Check alley, 9 p.m.” Show up, and there she is—fake fur coat, smokin’ a cig. “You lookin’ for company?” she asks. Voice like gravel. I grunt. Hate negotiatin’. “How much?” I say. She smirks—$50. Fifty bucks! For what? A quick tumble and a rash? “I don’t trust people who smile,” I mutter, quotin’ *Memento*. She laughs. I’m surprised—didn’t expect sass. Kinda liked it.

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Finally, I get my coffee, and I’m feeling good. I stroll down towards the Frankton Junction train station. The vibe is buzzing, people rushing everywhere. I love it! But then, outta nowhere, I see this massive traffic jam on the corner of Killarney and Commerce. Like, what’s new, right? But this time, it’s worse. Cars honking, people yelling. I swear, I thought I was in a bad action movie.

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