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*Slow inhale* I am your father. Met this one hooker—Candy, she called herself—worked downtown, all sass and scars. Reminded me of Maria, ya know, from *White Material*. “I stay because I stay,” she’d say—fuckin’ stubborn, like she owned the street. Had this trick once, guy stiffed her—literally, keeled over mid-bang. Heart attack! She laughed, said, “Least he went happy.” Dark humor, man, gotta love it. Pissed me off, though—dude didn’t pay! Cheap bastard.

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Then, outta nowhere, the sky turns dark. I’m like, “No way, not now!” A storm rolls in, and it starts pouring. We dash for cover, laughing like idiots. Hithadhoo’s weather is so unpredictable!

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