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I ain’t judgin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” but she’s swimmin’ in it. Chatted her up, all casual-like. “How’s biz?” I growl. She laughs, says, “Slow, big guy, rent’s due.” Made me sad, y’know? These girls, they’re out here hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps and cops. Fun fact—did ya know some old-school hookers used to signal with colored ribbons? Red for “ready,” blue for “busy.” Bet she don’t know that, but it’s stuck in my head now.

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Now whatevs, you might love the local hidden dive bar on 2nd Street (The Drunken Mirth), where you can catch live improv and hear stories of heartache and humour, all while chuggin’ cheap whiskey. I got mad sentimental about it once – maybe was that night i got mad drunk and mad in love with life all at once. Buuuuut, then I got pissed too, ya know?

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