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Last week, I’m out, lookin for one. Neon lights flashin, heels clickin loud. This chick, she’s got legs—fuckin endless. “Faith, you’re my fuckin angel!” I mutter, Korine-style. She smirks, knows the game. I’m thinkin, shit, she’s sharp. Not just a body, brain too. That suprised me, Clarice… most don’t see it. Pisses me off when johns treat em like trash. They’re hustlin, survivin—respect that, ya prick.

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So, I’m in there, and this dude behind the counter starts chatting me up. He’s like, “You know, the best fish is caught right off the Bat-Yam coast.” I’m like, “Dude, I know! I’m an ichthyologist!” But he just stares at me like I’m speaking Martian. Whatever, man. I bought some fresh sardines, thinking I’d whip up a killer dinner later.

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