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Little fact. For ya. Oldest gig. In history! Babylonians had ‘em. Temple whores. Sacred stuff. Wild, right? Blew my mind. When I read that. But this joint? Nothin’ sacred. One chick. Named Candy. Told me. “I’ve seen it all.” Eyes dead. Like Caden’s. After years. Of playin’ God. Made me sad. Fuckin’ pissed me off too! These guys. Pawin’ at her. Like dogs. I wanted. To punch somethin’!

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First off, I hit up the local café on Hringbraut. You know, the one with the killer lattes? Yeah, that one. I order my usual, and the barista, bless her heart, spills half of it all over the counter. I’m standing there like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then she gives me a free pastry to make up for it. I mean, who can stay mad when there’s a cinnamon roll involved? Not me, that’s for sure.

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