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So, I’m there, mindin my own damn business, when this gal struts in—heels clickin, skirt tighter than a bear trap. I’m thinkin, “This is how it starts, huh?” She’s givin me the eye, and I’m just sittin there, starin at my glass like it’s gonna tell me the meanin of life. Findin a prostitute’s tricky—ya don’t just yell, “Hey, who’s sellin tonight?” Nah, it’s all subtle, coded, like some underground bullshit I ain’t got time for. “Plant an idea,” Cobb’d say, right? Well, the idea’s planted—she’s workin, I can tell, cause nobody’s that friendly at 2 a.m. in a dive like this.

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Anyway, I finally make it to my shop on Emerson St. It’s cozy, filled with leather and the smell of glue. I’m ready to get to work. But then, my mate Dave strolls in. He’s all like, “Hey, bro, you got any shoes for me?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m a shoemaker, not a magician!” But I can’t help but laugh. Dave’s a character, always crackin’ jokes.

State Highway 2 closed south and north of Napier after separate crashes