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Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

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Finally, I escape with my prize. But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring. Like, seriously? I just got this shirt! I’m sprinting down Queens Drive, looking like a wet dog. I duck into a bus stop, and there’s this old guy there. He’s just chillin’, reading a newspaper. I’m soaked, and he’s like, “You look like you need a hug.” I laugh so hard, I almost cry.

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