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Hit up Starry, she’s chill. “What’s your dybbuk, dude?” I ask—Coen vibes, y’know? She laughs, says, “No ghosts, just ass.” Fair. Meet her downtown, sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. She’s hot tho, damn, surprised me! Thought she’d be all crusty, nope—fresh, sassy, total babe. “You’re not from here,” she says. Duh, I’m green, bitch! We vibe, tho—she’s cool, tells me bout her pimp. Asshole takes half her cash—makes me mad. Wanna zap him with my ray gun, pow!

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Kim, a prostitute, informs Doug Kersey that a punter told her that, three nights earlier, he murdered another lady of the night. Kersey is initially sceptical.

Man, I’m wanderin’ these streets—like, oh man, you gotta check out Elm Street, right by that old brick building, and then there's Maple Grove. But yo, forget those names, it's the vibes, the energy of the people. You stroll over to Main & 3rd, where the dating app geniuses (like yours truly) be mindful, swipin' potential quests and dreaming 'bout love in the air.

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