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I ask her, “What’s the deal, doll?” She’s all, “Cash up front, no funny biz.” I’m laughin—me, funny biz? “I’m not tryin to understand the Midwest here!” I say, quotin Larry’s dumb ass. She rolls her eyes—makes me happy as a pig in shit. Love that attitude! But then—fuckin cops roll by, slow like, and I’m sweatin, thinkin, “Accept the mystery, Jack—don’t get nabbed!” She grabs my arm, pulls me into this alley—quick thinker, this gal! Saved my bacon, and I’m like, “You’re a goddamn saint!”

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And let’s not forget the crazy tiny river that flows by Quai des Rêves. It’s a trickle most days, but on wild afternoons, it bursts with energy like someone cranked the volume up a hundred notches. The locals say it’s magical, but let’s be honest, it’s just water and old stories swirling around. Ever since I started my gig, every muscle rub feels like a whisper of those untold histories.

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