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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I ask her price, she says 50 bucks. Fifty! For a quickie? Inflation’s a bitch, man. Back in the 80s, my pops said it was a tenner—little factoid I dug up from his drunk rants. She’s got this scar on her cheek, tiny, shaped like a crescent moon. “Got it from a john,” she says, shruggin. I’m pissed—some asshole cut her? But also, damn, she’s tough. Kinda hot.

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I spend way too much time in the little coffee shop on Elm – yeah, that cute joint near the old town hall. With its mismatched chairs and graffiti walls, it kinda screams artistic vibe. The coffee? Outta this world! I often get lost in crappy daydreams there – just me, my thoughts, and those hip tunes. Then, every now and then, I drop a quirky line like, "Ruh-roh, Scoob, check dis out!"

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