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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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So, I’m running around like a headless chicken, trying to find alternatives. I dash down to the back room, and guess what? I trip over a box. Classic. I’m on the floor, surrounded by frames, and I’m just laughing at myself. “This is my life,” I think. But hey, at least I’m not in the middle of a rugby match, right?

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